Thursday, March 29, 2007
a cute picture of thomas and reagan climbing stairs.
the remants of the bag of cadbury mini eggs.
that is all. what does blogger think, that i have all the time in the world to rewrite and repost blogs because of their server and html problems?
Monday, March 19, 2007
once again we threw a birthday party for reagan. what i had planned was a small playgroup style luncheon for a few friends. what happened was a big party with many friends and their siblings and games and cake and hamburgers and the works. needless to say, thomas and i were exhausted afterward. but, reagan loved it as he had someone to pull him in his wagon during almost the whole party.
this is me at 24 weeks. please note:
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
a photo montage entitled
REAGANISMS: snapshots from the life of the boy genius
"IF DADDY CAN DO IT, THEN SO CAN I!"
reagan is not a big tv watcher. about 5 minutes of the doodlebops is about all i can get him to consume. BUT, he loves to watch live! with regis and kelly. at first is was all the clapping and cheering by the audience that drew him in. then it became a love for the trivia-a-sno-go trivia game complete with spinning wheel, fake blizzard and go-go dancer. the regis and kelly theme song will draw him from anywhere in the house like one of pavlov's dogs to his dinner. it is the best 20 minutes of the day. at our house we were especially pleased to hear that regis philbin is recovering so well from his heart surgery. what would our mornings be like without reeg and pipa?
this is the other way that i get him to sit still for more than 5 minutes. it was becoming impossible for me to ever take a shower without worrying about what reagan was getting into(or without reagan throwing random household objects in with me. blowdryer, YIKES!). i devised this method of "bundling". i wrap him up in his favorite blankets in our bed and place his animal menagerie around him with a bowl of goldfish snacks and the clock radio at hand. he likes to play DJ with rick and bubba. now showering is a breeze!reagan isn't much of a talker in public, but give him a cell phone or a banana and he is non-stop!
i don't know what inspired this ketchupy-faced art work...
once daddy puts his belt on in the morning, reagan knows it's time for his belt too.
if the gloves don't fit, you must aquit. (that reference is for you thomas!)
pleased as punch!
hooray for reagan! you are almost 2 and you are still alive! sometimes i truly am amazed at that feat! especially now that the road and mailbox are so interesting!
Monday, March 12, 2007
reagan has really started to refuse anything "baby". no booster seats, no baby cups, no baby forks(yikes) and definitely no baby swings. just another one of those battles you lose just to win the war. the blanket must be classified under man-cloth.
hurray! and don't let that little smile deceive you. in that tiny, precious mouth is a frosted mini wheat bite from breakfast. this photo was taken around 11:30am. what a gross habit to develop, but i am getting better at my fishing-food-from-previous-meals-out-of-the-mouth skills.
Thursday, March 08, 2007
tuesday- i have to wake reagan up in the morning which is odd because he is almost clockwork with his 6:30am rising. he is pale and lethargic. i am taking thomas to work and reagan keeps falling asleep in his carseat, which and about 1 minute before i drop him off, reagan starts projectile vomiting all over the back seat of the car, including thomas' briefcase. hurray! as i am driving home, in my best mommy sweatshirt and pants no less, i call his pediatrician to see if i can get him in immediately due to yesterday's odd events. i drive to the doctor and carry my vomit covered child to the waiting room. one of my most glamorous moments. the doctor checks reagan out and gives him and injection to reduce to vomiting and diarrhea. the most comforting words ever spoken: "watch out that he doesn't dehydrate because that could kill him with the condition that he is in." thanks, thanks a lot!
for the rest of the day, reagan sleeps like a newborn on a makeshift pillow bed in the middle of the living room. he occasionally wakes up, takes a few sips of water and juice, stares at me groggily and then falls back asleep.
wednesday-reagan wakes up looking a gabillion times better, but still losing all his fluids through diarrhea. he has reverted back to not opening his mouth. this continues all morning. thomas comes home at lunch and prys his mouth back open and reagan GOBBLES down his lunch and juice. then as soon as thomas leaves, reagan decides he likes his mouth better shut.
thursday- THURSDAY ALREADY?! reagan is doing better, and he has made attempts to play with toys and demands chocolate milk. not a lot of food consumed yet, and some diarrhea, but mostly okay. if i knew that any of this was in the mom job description, i may have done a little more negotiating on my wages.