Hard Earned Cash

I know that I have mentioned it before...especially before Christmas...but David and I have done a horrible thing in that we bought Reagan lots of toys. For no good reason. And this has spoiled him a bit. I don't believe that he's a brat or anything, but he certainly doesn't appreciate the things that he has. Don't get me wrong...he LOVES his stuff, and he plays with most of it. But he always. ALWAYS. asks for new things. On a daily (or hourly) basis.

So we had put a stop to our rotten behavior.

Until we started potty training.

Every time Reagan reached a big milestone we would go and get a new toy. He usually only wants a $3.50 new Cars car, so it hasn't been that big of a deal. He got something new for the first time he peed on the potty. The first time he peed without throwing a fit on the potty. The first time he did something on the potty while we were out somewhere. The first time he pooped. (the only time for that matter) And that has been it. He'll get something else if he regularly poops on the potty. And he's working towards a real fish tank when he's totally trained.

He does get the idea that he's getting a new toy because of his successes on the potty. However, whenever he picks out something new he sees another new thing that he starts "needing". So we took a friend's advice. Reagan now earns a dime at night if he does his chore--which is clean up his toys in the living room before we go to bed. If he doesn't clean them up or help us, then he doesn't get his dime. We told him that he is now earning money so he can buy his own toys.

Well, tonight we emptied his piggy bank to count how much he has. And he had enough to go out and get something.

I'm not sure if he fully understands that it was his money that paid for his toy, but I think that will eventually become clear.

I hope this all works. I need to get a part time job just to fund his toy addiction.

Bee You Tee Full Day

Our day:

• My dad spent the night with us. Before he left we all went to McDonald's for breakfast. This was a bit of treat for Reagan since he had never had breakfast there before. However, he was upset that he didn't get a toy with his pancakes. Whatever...he decided the fact that Grandaddy sat in the backseat with him there and back was better than a toy!!!
• It was 70 degrees here today. David, Reagan and I spent some time outside playing soccer, t-ball, and golf. Well, I played golf. With Reagan's clubs. He watched from the back porch.
• David's mom came over to hang out with Reagan while I was here. This way he would see that Tita just doesn't come over when I leave. They had a great time. So did I.
• I played Rayman 2 on Wii while Reagan napped and David worked in the living room. I'm getting pretty good at game playing, now. Not great...but much better than I was last week. I highly recommend this game just because it is incredibly silly. And it is tons of fun.
• FREE DINNER!! We had a gift card. Can't beat free.
• David finally found Guitar Hero 3. I'm a bit surprised that he didn't connect that sucker while I was putting Reagan to bed. Instead, he's working.
• I'm having a glass of wine, and I'm getting ready to watch (can't believe I'm confessing this) the Miss America Pageant. I watched the Miss America realty show on TLC for the past month, and now I'm really interested in who wins.

Hopefully I'll come up with something interesting to blog about tomorrow.

I've Got Nothin'

I'm sure I'll have several of these types of posts in 2008, but I do not want to let Blog365 down. I really have nothing of importance, of interest, or humorous to blog about.

I will say that there was no more "yuckiness" last night or today. Just a super-low grade fever.

I will also say, "Thank God for warmer temperatures." I think it is supposed to be in the upper 60's tomorrow. I am so sick of this cold, wet, cloudy weather.

That's all I've got. Nothing else. No need to comment. :)

The Waiting Game

Reagan got physically sick about one hour ago while we were getting ready for bed. He had said his tummy hurt about an hour before that. Other than that one hour he has been normal all day long. (How can things come up so quickly??) He is running a fever, too.

When I picked him up from school on Tuesday his teacher said they had to combine the two classes (of his age group) because a little girl in the other class got sick about 20 minutes before the end of school. I didn't think much of it until I also saw his teacher yesterday at the library. She asked if Reagan had shown any signs of getting sick, and I said "no". Her daughter who is in the class with the other little girl had not shown any signs either.

So now I'm wondering if he has the same little bug that the sick little girl had.

And now I'm waiting.

Waiting to see if Reagan gets sick any more tonight.

Waiting to see how long this bug, if it is a bug, lasts.

Waiting to see if I get sick...I was in the splash zone.

Waiting to see if anyone we have come into contact with since Tuesday afternoon gets sick. (Sorry to all of you who we've seen.)

The unknown isn't always fun and exciting.

We are very fortunate in the area of icky-sickness. The ONLY other time Reagan had a tummy bug was when he was four months old.

A Day Off

Thank you Jen and Em for posting this. I needed a no-brainer today.

Tomorrow: is Thursday. Reagan goes to school, and I clean the house.

Feeling: a bit excited about sending out my resume tomorrow.

Happy because: I have a wonderful family, and we have so much fun together.

Today I: went to the library with Reagan and then got his hair cut.

Laundry: is in the process of being washed and dried, but I haven't put anything away yet. I still have 2 to 3 more loads to go.

Something I know: How hard David works to take care of us.

Currently reading: False Impression by Jeffrey Archer

Wanting: David to be able to go to bed at a normal time for an entire week.

Favorite gadget: I'm sure you all know...our new Wii!!!!!!

Thankful that: I'm really thankful for everything...what God has provided, my family, the ability to stay home, all circumstances that happen (good and bad), and mostly the little guy in my life.

Wondering why: my dogs eat cat poop

Feel free to copy and paste...it's going around.

Missing Something?

I woke up without something this morning. I don't know where I put it, but it surely isn't with me today. I've lost my...

Patience. My patience with Reagan. And I'm totally aware of it, so you'd think that I'd be able to control my behavior and attitude when reacting to his. Yeah, not so much.

R: I want that green car on the box with the dirt track toy (which Santa brought him).

M: It doesn't come with a green car. It was just a picture. It only comes with Dirt Track McQueen.

R: I want the green car with it.

M: There is no green car. It was just a picture.

R: I want the green car. It comes with it.

M: (voice slightly raised) No. It doesn't come with it. It was just a picture.

R: It does come with it.

At this point I'm very close to shaking some reason into him so I leave the room.

This happened with several other conversations today. I just had to reason with him. Because he wasn't accepting anything that I was saying. But guess what? You can't reason with a 3 year old.

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To those of you who wondered how David felt about me posting that video of him yesterday~~he did enjoy it. He is able to laugh at himself, and I believe that he isn't the teeniest embarrassed at the fact that everyone in the entire internet world is able to see him box.

To those of you who requested a video of me boxing~~I may just have to allow that. The reason being is that I full out box. I mean, I'm doing punches, upper cuts, dodging left and right, ducking down, etc...almost everything but kicking. It is like my Billy Blanks Tae Bo workout. Doesn't everyone Wii like that???

Macho, Macho Man!

I've got to be a macho man... ~~The Village People...you've gotta love 'em.

He's amazing. He's handsome. He's smart. He's an awesome husband. He's a wonderful father. He's loving. He's strong. He's witty. He's funny. He's athletic. He's a hard worker. He excels in most activities.

He's NOT a macho boxer...

Playing Wii Boxing. In the first round. I really should have recorded him in the final round!