Hot Tamale

Reagan still has a fever. And not just some little itty bitty fever. We're talking 103.4 when he's not on Motrin. And he's a bit stuffy. But that's it! This has happened before, but in the past he's usually had the stuffiness before the fever. This fever thing just showed up while we were at the park yesterday with no warning and other symptoms.

The good news is that I think he is beginning to handle not feeling 100% better then he used to. Before now if he had a tiny bit of a cold he was cranky and miserable and all of us were just unhappy. But it seems with his past few colds that they haven't been slowing him down too much. Unless, of course, he feels really crappy. I think it is just another sign of him growing up.

Tonight is bath night. And bath nights are my nights to get him ready for bed, and then David lays down with him. Tonight he said, without any mention of what night it was, "Can Daddy take a bath with me and Mommy lay down with me?" Of course! He's got this taking turns thing down.

Speaking of taking turns, he played with his friend Jack today. He and Jack are such good friends to each other. They were taking turns for everything it seemed! Again...they are growing up. And they're growing up to be good kids.

**I won the Scene It game last night. There is a rematch in about 45 minutes. And still no Wii.

Bickering and Squabbling

I don't have much time to write right now because David and I are getting ready to play a game.

Santa brought me Scene It? Squabble Edition for Christmas. And I really love it. It is a game that tests you knowledge on girly or manly movies, music, and pop culture. Very fun.

We're still looking to buy a Wii, and after reading this I am just about getting impatient! I want one so badly!!

Just a few updates and info:
~~The potty training is going ok. Reagan has success with tinkling in the potty everyday, but not every time. And he has told us several times when he needs to use the potty. So we're getting closer everyday to being fully trained.
~~He is running a fever right now. It is between 101 and 102.4 with no other symptoms really. He sounds like he could have a stuffy head, but it isn't totally convincing. And he acts just fine--except he didn't eat dinner. I hate it when he's sick. We're supposed to have a play date tomorrow with his very good friend Jack. So I hope he wakes up feeling well.
~~We just played the flashlight game for the first time. He sleeps with 2 small flashlights. And we played "chase" with the lights on the ceiling. I told him to try and catch my light totally thinking it might take a few minutes for him to catch on to the game and/or actually be able to follow my light. Nope!!! He followed perfectly, and he has no problem catching me! What a fun, cheap game.

Alrighty! Off for quality time with my husband. I'm going to kick his butt in this game. (He won last time, but I beat him badly the 2 times before that.)

The Consistency of Oatmeal

Although I am nowhere near as intelligent as my husband (computer nerd~~but a cute one) nor my sister (super business woman), I consider myself a pretty smart person. I'm not a brainiac or anything, but I'm no dummy, either.

That seems to be changing. I think I can hear my brain swishing all around in my head. It is turning to mush. The reason?? Cars. The movie. Disney and Pixar are rotting my brain.

As I stated here, we watch the movie quite a bit. And as I also said there, we do limit the amount of time the tv is on. So when Reagan is around and finally gets to watch some tv, it is Cars.

It is a very cute movie. It has a good message. It is funny. It has something for everyone, young and old, to enjoy. But those statements only apply to the first 27 times you've watched it.

Because I have seen it so many times, I have had to come up with ways to keep my brain stimulated so it doesn't start dripping out of my ears. So thank goodness for IMDb and Wikipedia. Through these two sites I have learned tons of useless information. For example:

• The Wilhelm Scream was used in at least 123 movies, including most Disney Pixar films (and all of the Star Wars movies). I also learned what the Wilhelm Scream is.
• I have learned many things about Richard Petty, Dale Earnhardt, and Darrell Waltrip~~all race car drivers.
• I have watched one of Richard Petty's three bad car crashes on You Tube and compared it with the crash that The King has in Cars. Yes, they are the same.
• Emeryville is where Pixar is located, and is referenced in the movie.
• I have researched Hidden Mickey's and found them in the movie.
• A113 means something to Pixar and is in every single one of their films.
• Pixar references past and future movies in their films.

And really, the list can go on and on.

David and I also stumbled across a documentary on tv about Dale Earnhardt that was very interesting. And I wouldn't have cared anything about it before doing my online research. That documentary led to more internet searching about Dale and his son.

The sad thing is that now I want to search IMDb for every single movie we watch. I love the "trivia" section that is listed for all the films.

And now I'm also listening for the Wilhelm Scream.

Meet Smem

This isn't the greatest video. You might need to turn up your speakers.

Reagan was outside playing with his new Moon Sand (another post in itself) from his Great Granny Betty. I was right inside the door watching him because it was a bit chilly. He was talking to himself. Then he started talking to and about a new friend. So I quickly grabbed the camera. This is what I got:

Reagan: Smem. Smem's a nice boy. He's not a boy. He's a girl. He's not on your pants. He doesn't like your pants dirty . He doesn't like your pants all dirty. Smem doesn't like all your pants.

Me: Who?

Reagan: Smem is not liking your pants.

Me: Smem?

Reagan: Smem waked up and put his pants on. Then one day Smem brought a shovel for him. Then one day he got a shovel for him!

He kept talking to and about Smem, but the camera was full so I had to stop recording.

I wonder if Smem knows Chotty, Kalli, and Windslow?

As of today (one week after this video was taken), Smem was on Cash's (a friend from school) big boy underwear today.

Um, ok. Whatever you say, Sweetie.

The Party's Over

What a HUGE improvement from yesterday to today.

• Potty Training. Reagan had a very successful potty experience before lunch this afternoon. There was absolutely no mess. And very little crying~~compared to last night. We were both so proud! He had one accident while we were out after lunch, and he had another super successful try tonight after dinner~~with NO crying.
• No treadmill today. Reagan didn't want to go to the gym today. So I decided that we would exercise at the park. I did "arms" by pushing him high and fast on the swing. And we chased around the playground. I then rested on the slide while he played in the mulch with a car. And it was a gorgeous day outside.
• David's new job. David actually got to have breakfast and coffee with us this morning. That was nice. He still got home late, but he did tell me this morning that he was going to be home at 7pm (his normal time). However, he just was in a conversation that made him lose track of time. No big deal. Reagan and I were having such a good day that it didn't matter too much that he was late. And we had a wonderful dinner when he got home.
• The house. No progress on the house. I didn't even swiffer. I took a nap instead. I think I needed the nap. And I can tackle the house while Reagan is at school tomorrow.

Reagan is getting ready for bed with David right now. It is my turn to lay down with him tonight...one of my absolute favorite things to do. This was a good day.

Pity Party for One, Please

I'm beat. I didn't even do anything today that makes it understandable for me to feel like I do. I just feel exhausted. My body aches, and I just feel blah.

I can make up reasons, though. I don't mean that I'm pretending that I did these things. But this is what may be leading to the exhaustion, although it just doesn't make sense that these activities (if you even want to call them that) would tire me so much.

• Potty training. That is mentally and physically wearing me out.
• The treadmill. I did walk today at the gym. But only for 30 minutes at a fat burning pace (meaning my heart rate wasn't up to the roof). And I did the arc trainer for 15 minutes. I thought that the workout would make me feel better and more energized. Today, not so much.
• David's new job. Starting a new job is always hard in the beginning. But I'm being selfish about it. HE'S the one working all the freaking time right now, but here I am (at my pity party) resenting his new employer. David has been leaving the house about 30 to 45 minutes earlier and getting home about 30 minutes later than his previous job. And as soon as Reagan goes to bed (at about 10:30), David has to hop back onto his laptop and work until 2 or 3am. He did this on the weekend, too. I feel for him. But the selfish part of me misses our couple time in the evenings. And I'm all "poopy" about it. He says he's happy there, so I am happy, too. (But if these hours don't get better soon, I will no longer be happy.)
• The house. Our house was B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L and spotless on Christmas Eve. Ever since then I just can't seem to keep each room clean. The office looks like a tornado ripped through a computer parts warehouse and scattered boxes, hard drives, chips, gizmos, and thing-a-ma-bobs all about. Our office is also (mostly) a guest room. Hope no one just shows up on our doorstep needing a place to stay. Our bedroom is being over run with laundry. Our kitchen is the house's catch-all. And it has caught about everything that has passed through it. And our living room still has new toys from Christmas in it. Because they are "new" they are played with often. So they are hanging out in the living room for a bit longer. Nothing is really dirty, but the rooms are getting to be a bit cluttered. And I just miss December 24th when everything was in its own place~~even if it was just for about 3 hours. And this makes me tired just thinking about tackling this project.

I think I'm going to peel myself up off of this chair at the pity table and watch the Biggest Loser. That is such an inspiring show, and maybe it will make me feel better about everything and motivate me to (1) become a super potty trainer, (2) go to the gym again tomorrow, (3) get over myself and be a better wife, and (4) hire a maid.

Just kidding about the maid. I will get back to my cleaning schedule tomorrow. Wednesday is 'swiffer-the-house-day'.

We're going back, back, back to school again!

(The title comes from the movie Grease 2.)

Two weeks at home seems like an entire summer vacation. Reagan goes back to Mother's Day Out tomorrow, and I think we are both equally excited about it. He is looking forward to seeing all of his friends~~Cash with whom he crashes cars with; Blake who eats dirt; Madison who has stinky poop; Makenzie who is Madison's twin (I wonder about her poop); Ella the granddaughter of someone famous; and Jizelle who Reagan calls "gazelle". (I'm sure Blake and Madison are happy that this is what Reagan pictures when he talks about them.)

I'm looking forward to my 4 hours of alone time tomorrow. I'm actually eager to go the gym. Yes, I did just say that. I'm looking forward to the potty training stress relief that the treadmill is going to bring me.

On a somewhat related note, I saw a brand-spankin' new baby this afternoon. She was doing the hungry cry. And for about 1 minute I thought, "Oh, I sure do miss that. (not the cry) Maybe we should have another one." And then I quickly thought of all of my friends that have 2+ kids. I admire them so much. They are all doing a wonderful job raising happy and healthy families of 4+. But I must really know myself, because I just don't think I could do it. I don't think Reagan is hard or "too much to handle". But I do believe that 2 would be hard and too much for me.

Our family is perfect right now. (Except for the schnauzer and shih tzu who like to snack from the litter box.)

Was that too much information? I have lost some judgement here since my brain is slowly oozing from ears due to Potty Boot Camp this evening...