New Baby

Some friends of ours just had a baby girl. Their second child. They have a son, and now they have a baby girl.

I told Reagan that Brody has a baby sister now. He said, "Why?". That is a hard question to answer. I asked him if he wants a sister. He said, "No." Discussion closed.

For 3 1/2 years of Reagan's life David and I have been very noncommital in if we're going to have another baby or not. For the past year it has been very close to "No, we're finished.". I have always said that I didn't know for sure because my older sister is 6 years older than I am. And I think of myself as being very much like my mom. So I have been waiting for that urge to come to have another baby as Reagan grew older.

Well, he's 4 1/2 and that urge just seems to get teeny tiny. I think Brody's little sister is going to be the test.

Sure, it would be fun to have a girl. But I must say that I am in love with having two boys (Reagan AND David). And I feel totally and completely complete with our threesome.

But I will say that Baby Clara has some pressure on her. She's my test. If I hold her and feel that Mommy Want, then maybe we'll change our minds.

But I'm not really counting on it.

Plus, Reagan seems to be perfectly content being the only one.

Podracing Goggles

Yeah, so Reagan has an obsession with Star Wars (and Spiderman, but that is a different post). I don't know how he even knew about Star Wars in the first place, but now we have seen every. single. episode PLUS the animated new one, The Clone Wars.

On a side note, I was kept awake in the early hours of Monday trying to figure out the timeline and when The Clone Wars took place. Because R4 (Obi Wan's droid) is in Episode 2 and in The Clone Wars. But I couldn't remember if R4 was destroyed in Ep. 2 or Ep. 3...and things weren't matching up if he had been destroyed in Ep. 2.

Good news--I Googled it, and found the answer that R4 was destroyed in Ep. 3...meaning that The Clone Wars comes in between 2 and 3. (Whew.) Pathetic, I know.

Back to Reagan's obsession... Well, in Episode 1-The Phantom Menace, young Anakin Skywalker competes in a podrace. Here's an image:

Neat, huh?

Tonight David and Reagan went outside to ride their bikes. However, they weren't bikes, I guess. They were riding podracers. And Reagan HAD to wear his podracing goggles. You know, to keep all the dirt out of his eyes as he flies across the desert racing all kinds of silly looking aliens. Like this one:

And here's my own podracer:

How do I accept that my son is a goofball. Is he going to be dressed as a Wookie or as Darth Vader waiting in line at the movie theater in a few years--10 days before the movie comes out--just to get tickets to it??

Please tell me "no".

Yet I'm the one who is awake at night debating the timeline of a very fictional movie because of a droid.

Goofball?? Yep!

Exact Artist

Reagan has been really into drawing Star Wars characters. Today he wanted to draw two of the characters that he actually has:

The final picture is of Darth Vader. Did you see his red light saber?

It's The Little Things

I realize that I'm writing this for myself. Since I haven't been blogging as regularly as I used to, I understand that my friends (readers) don't check my blog as often. And as I realize this, I also know and have always known that this blog is for me. So...

Tonight David took Reagan to HEB. It started to be a trip for just the immediate things we need--diet Coke and microwave pancakes. But it turned into a normal HEB trip when David asked me to make a list for food for the week.

Ok, that was part 1. David did the shopping. WITH Reagan. I stayed home. And yes, I did do laundry. But I was home alone. And all moms know the importance of that.

Part 2. They came home with roses. Roses! Roses for me! How wonderful for them to think about me in the middle of the HEB trip. Wow! That is all I can say. These 6 roses aren't just something pretty to look at. They truly mean something. They show me that even in a short shopping trip to the grocery store--an everyday event--I was thought of.

Thank you, David.

And here's the cute thing. About 30 minutes after they got home (and Reagan had

not even mentioned the roses), Reagan said, "Mommy, I got you two flowers." How sweet.





Can you see the Spiderman web stuck to the oven in the background? Yeah, that is my life right now. It revolves around Spiderman and Star Wars. Lightsabers and webs. Good guys and bad guys. Jealous?

Running Man

After training for almost a year, David completed his first marathon a couple of weeks ago. I can not tell you how proud I am of him. He did an amazing job, AND he had a very bad cold the week leading up to the big event. He says it did slow him down--but not by much!

Reagan and I left the house after the race started, and we picked up my mom and sister--we all wanted to go and cheer him on. We first stopped at mile 13 or 14, but we figured that we had just missed him (based on his running pace). So we hopped back into the car, fought traffic and road closures and stopped at mile 21.

We were there for over an hour. Reagan did really good at entertaining himself while my mom, my sister, and I cheered on the runners. Most of the runners looked like they were really hurting, and some were even crying as they ran!

When we saw David coming towards us, we really started cheering. I was actually amazed at how great he looked. (He told me later that he had stopped 300 yards before he saw us and stretched for a while.) I started running with him to ask him how he was doing. He said he was hurting, but doing well.

Then I heard my sister yell out my name. Just then a cute little four year old dashed out and caught up to us.

We then got back into our car and drove the the finish line. Downtown Austin was crazy with all the runners and supporters! I really wanted to see David cross the finish line, but it was just too crazy for me to get up to the actual finish. We finally spotted him just after he crossed the finish line, and he immediatly sprawled out on the ground. He was exhausted!

I think he would like to run another one to see how well he'd do without being sick, but I'm pretty sure he's glad that the next marathon isn't this week!

Hola.

Ok, I don't speak spanish. I took 5 years of french. So maybe I should say "bonjour". Sounds a bit formal for this neck of the woods, though.

I haven't been updating, but I have been reading other blogs. I'm in this weird blogging space where I'm so absolutely busy, yet I have nothing worth blogging about. This has been my life:

1. I'm stressed with school. Being a third grade teacher in Texas means that I'm getting ready for my students to take (and pass) the state test--the TAKS test. They have to pass the reading section in order to go to 4th grade. Out of 22 kids, I have 4 kids that will pass, but only by 70-80%, 16 kids will pass with a 90%+ and 2 kids that have very little chance of passing the first time. We're all stressed and sick of TAKS. We welcome March 3rd.

2. Reagan has been sick. Not really in-bed kind of sick. But he hasn't been 100% since right before Christmas. His latest thing was walking pneumonia. Now he has this cough that seems to go on 24/7, and I'm sick of it. I'm sure he is, too.

3. David has had a cold this past week. And we all know how men are when they are sick. Not. fun. to. be. with.

That is about it. Boring, huh?

And ... ACTION!!

Reagan received a marble run for Christmas. He loves Rube Goldberg machines, so we thought that this would be a great thing for him to build and watch. Earlier this week, he and David created their own chain reaction machine using the marble run, dominos, train tracks (stacked into stairs), a train, and a log. Check it out:

Right after the marble run, Reagan wanted to make his own video. We have a flip video camera, so he was holding it in front of himself just watching the little screen on the back. Every time something would come into view he'd say what it is, shriek with laughter, and run to the next thing. He is going so fast that he doesn't even say the entire word. He starts out with "Whoa, I'm goin' to the kitchen! Whoa, I'm goin' to the living room." Then, "Whoa! A kit(ten). Ah!" Then very quietly: "Oh, there's a Tai Lung (from Kung Fu Panda)," and "Ah! A tr(ee)." Then, "Ah! A bucket!" "There's a Da(ddy)." Then he sees a light saber. "And a Ab(by)".

The entire time he is giggling.

In the background you may hear David say "Whoever watches this is going to get sick."

Consider yourself warned.