Old, old, old video

Now that there is a cool little feature which makes it easy to show you video, I wanted to share this one with you. Reagan was 5 months old at the time, and probably just getting good a sitting up on his own. I was pretending to grab his block with my mouth, and it gave him the giggles. David and I were cracking up, too!

Water fun, part 2

This video was taken a few months ago. You can see the pictures that go with this video in a previous post~~Water fun in the summer~~or something like that. My favorite part of this video shows that Reagan has good Aggie potential. Other Aggies out there should recognize it.

New bed, "new" room

Because Reagan has a big bed and new big bed linens, I took this opportunity to decorate his room a bit. I have added wall stickers, a new lamp, and new frames for his art. David and I have also moved his toy shelf that was in the living room into his room~~we have taken back our house!!! Reagan really enjoys his "new" room, and he plays in there alot. He really enjoys showing everyone his new bed! Come on over and see it...

Bed with new linens, and Reagan in his jammies.

New frames and Mr. Moose(head)

Building a bed

I have already told you all about Reagan's "enormous" bed which he has been sleeping in for a couple of weeks now. Well, here are the pictures to show you what a great helper Reagan was for his daddy.

We started building the bed ("we" = David) at about 8pm. I think it was finished around 10:30...past Reagan's bedtime. :) Oops!!

Where does this part go?

Using Daddy's screwdriver in a hole.

Daddy's screwdriver in Reagan's tool box.

Helping Daddy hammer. Daddy did some of the work.

Remember, you can click on each picture to see a larger version (these images are small).

Laundry List

I hate laundry. Absolutely hate it. (Ok, that may be too much.)

I do not like to do the laundry. (Better.)

I am looking at a pile of whites in one of our chairs just waiting to be folded. The problem is that there was a pile of darks that was in that chair this morning, but it is now somewhere in our bedroom~~I put it on the bed this morning, and now David is sleeping...so I don't know where he put the pile.

I can wash the clothes all day long. I just always dread the folding and putting away. Our clean clothes can go days sitting in the living room with us watching re-runs of CSI, and I'm getting very good at ignoring the 500 lb gorilla (or pile of cotton) in the room.

One thing I dislike even more than laundry??? Ironing. But of course, once the laundry has sat in the leather chair for 4 days it needs to be ironed. I have tried so many times to become a super-wife and wash, dry, and fold clothes all within the same day, but it just doesn't stick.

The good news is that we always have clean clothes...well, most of the time. I mean, I have clean clothes. Reagan has clean clothes. David may not always have clean workout clothes (which is a whole post in itself).

I'm taking a giant leap in posting this for friends and family to read. I know that I'm exposing my housekeeping skills to those whom I admire. I think my sister actually enjoys folding clothes!!! But now you all know... So the next time you see David in a wrinkly t-shirt you'll know that it is clean. And it has been clean for quite some time.

Ramblings for me

Although the purpose of this blog is to share Reagan's daily life with our friends and family, I am also using it as my own personal journal. Please feel free to skip this post if you do not want to see the mushy side of me...

I had no idea that I would love being a mom so much. Yet, I still feel too young to be a mom. I think alot of that comes with the fact that I am married to my high school sweetheart. I was talking to David the other day how I don't feel like a mom or like a 32 year old when we're together. I am hoping that most people in love feel the same way, though. Yes, we do have "grown up" responsibilities, but those just go away when we're together. Even the parenting part of our lives feels so "young" to me. It is just so hard for me to put into words...Reagan is relatively new to our lives, but it feels like he has always been here. Meaning that my life with David hasn't changed since Reagan has come into our lives.

That being said...our lives have totally changed! I think we have been on 8 dates since the little guy was born. But we totally love being with him as a family. Although, I think we are both realizing the importance of having a couple time.

My point? How can something so significant change our lives so little, yet at the same time how can our lives be so different without us realizing it? It is amazing to me. I think back to 4 years ago, and I can only remember vague parts~~like I'm sure we went out on the town with our friends, but I can't point out a specific event. But the past 3 years seems like forever to me...in a good way! And I can vividly remember the most insignificant details. How can that be?

(ok, mushy part) I love my boys. I love David as the person that I have known since I was 11. I love him as the provider that he has become. And I totally love him as the wonderful father that he is. (By the way, we still act like we're 11 alot of the time .) I love Reagan for so many reasons. How can this little person melt my heart on a daily basis? This entire weekend he would just hug his daddy while David was carrying him!!! This isn't the norm, so it was very special to see (and I'm sure receive). He told his daddy while David was building his bed for him, "Daddy, you are such a good helper." Wow! He gives me kisses when I request them. And the best part~~he could NOT wait for his great big boy bed just because he wanted Mommy and Daddy to be able to lay down with him. I love it!

If you've gotten this far, thanks for reading the mushy stuff. Like I said, this blog is also for me. I am very fortunate to have the family that I have (and I'm not just talking about the 2 mentioned here).

This bed is enormous

This is the title of one of Reagan's favorite books. It was given to him by his Granny Linda around Easter time...a few weeks after we changed his crib into a toddler bed--which we called his big boy bed. This book is about a boy who is old enough for a "real" bed, but he is quite lonely in it. He decides to put a few of his stuffed friends into bed with him, but soon realizes that he is too crowded.

Well, Reagan now has a "great big boy bed"! We found a full size bed at IKEA last week, and David put it together this evening. Reagan is now sleeping in it with quite a few of his stuffed friends. He was very excited about it~~especially while Daddy was putting it together. He was also a very good helper. (pictures to follow soon) However, when I left his room tonight after doing a modified bedtime routine (because of the new bed) he seemed a bit anxious. He quickly fell asleep, though, and I'm sure every night from here on after will be smooth sailing.

The interior designer in me is more excited about this change than the boys are. I can't go 4 months without rearranging something in our house. I can not wait to share pictures of his new room with you all. I will post these as soon as I can. I did want to celebrate this new milestone with you all tonight, though. He was very proud of his new bed, and he loved having Mommy and Daddy laying in bed with him during story time. Gosh, I sure do love this little boy!

What's in a name?

My son is 2, right? Can someone please remind him that he is still a little boy?

About a month ago I heard Reagan call for me from his room after a nap. He said, "Come back, Mom." Who?? "Mom" is my mother, and she wasn't here. My name is "Mommy". He has done this several times. But it has gotten even worse! For the past two weeks he has been calling me "Mom" about 1/3 of the time that he calls for me. I try to remind him that my name is Mommy. I even joke and call him "Ray" right after he calls me "Mom". I think David was thinking that this was kind of funny until at dinner tonight Reagan called him "Dad". David immediately said, "My name is Daddy."

Don't get me wrong. I don't want him to be 45 years old and still calling me Mommy. But I think at 2 and even 3 and hey--even 21--I can still be Mommy. Well, ok, maybe not 21.

The one thing that even kind of helps me through this change is that my friend's daughter has also started calling her "mom". And she is exactly the same age as Reagan. I'm wondering if they had a little meeting about this name thing at our last playgroup. I can't even think of where Reagan would hear someone call their mother "mom".

I just hope this phase passes quickly. I don't want him to grow up so fast...I was fully expecting for us to be Mommy and Daddy for a few years.

Little Picasso

I don't have too much time right now to write everything that I want to because we are in the middle of bedtime routine. Reagan says the funniest things, as most toddlers do, and I really want to share them with you AND have a record of these sayings. However, he said something very cute tonight that I thought I would post while I have 1/2 a second.

Aunt Colleen, Reagan and I went to the mall this evening, and we were on our way to meet Uncle John for dinner. Uncle John had just finished picking up a new truck, and I asked Reagan what color he thought it would be (knowing what the answer would be...). He replied, "Yellow." By the way, this is his favorite color, and he is ready for me to get a yellow pedicure. When we pulled up next to Uncle John's new truck, Reagan, from the back seat, says in a most disappointed voice, "Its black." Aunt Colleen quickly got out of the car to inspect their new purchase while I went to unbuckle Reagan from his seat. While I'm getting him out I asked Reagan if he liked Uncle John's new truck. He said, "I'll get a paintbrush and paint it yellow!".

Hide the paint cans, Uncle John!