Little Radio Hitler

As I back into the grass this morning (see earlier post), Reagan is just chattering away.
"Mommy, turn off that radio. "
Me: " Damn, I ran in the grass and your daddy is looking at me."
Reagan: "What did you say?"
Me: " I dont remember."
Reagan: "Just try Mommy. Sometimes you can get your memory back."
Me: "Reagan, be quiet, I have to concentrate on driving."
Reagan: "Turn off the radio, I am now the radio. Mommy you have to push my nose to turn me on."
Me: " I am driving, I cannot push your nose."
Reagan: "Ok, then what song do you want to hear? I know Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer."
Me: "Please. No Rudolph, it is September."
So she sings Jesus Loves Me, BIBLE, and some other songs. Fun stuff. Love it.

Men and their Lawns

I should have named my blog The Not-So-Secret Life of Reagan's Mom and Sean's Wife...... Really, though, since getting married and having a child, I have struggled to figure out who I am. I like myself better as a wife and mother than as who I was. I suppose it's because I have meaning. I matter. Because they need me.

Anyway, Sean was all bug eyed as he saw me back out of the garage and into his grass. Usually I am careful. But I was so tired. And I ran right through HIS lawn. His lawn and not ours because it is his prized possession. He loves a nice green lawn. I know he probably dreams about it, wishing he could secretly water the lawn and not get reported. I am sure he has visions of a sign in the yard reading "Lawn of the month." But I ruined those dreams with my one tread mark marring the lush green grass. Sorry babe. It was an accident.

New pics coming soon. Comment on, my friends.

Coffee Diet, Splenda fear, etc

So I am trying to lose 7.5 lbs before mid-October. I thought drinking coffee would help. The supermodels do it. But I add quite a bit of Splenda. It is made from sugar!!!! Then my one aunt that I do not see often told me it causes brain cancer and neurological disorders. So I will be thin but nuts? and sick? I go back and forth because cookies and bread really call to me. They sing to me. Then they sit on me like a tub of lard. If my virile husband and I plan to procreate, I need to start off at a lower weight before the shock of baby2 takes over my entire body. my FEET were twice their normal size last time. Even my nose was fatter (but I have watched other pregnant people and I see their noses get fat too.) BUT I do not want to give away too much information. Anyway, is it Friday yet? Nope.... only Wednesday.

The Little Romantic

Had to stop the Radio at Matchbox 20 this morning. Reagan liked the song "If You're Gone." She listened to it and said "That song makes me think of running and holding hands with Carson." Carson is a boy in her class. Please NOT YET. Do not think of boys that way...........She is already reacting to their comments about her clothes. Boys at this age think girls are silly. So I know she is asking them if she looks pretty. Of course they cannot say yes. They are BOYS. I told her to show them the hand and say "Talk to the hand." I have to start setting up her protective barriers. I cannot let her self esteem be determined by a bunch of 4 year old boys. I will have to have a talk with Sean about his part in building her confidence as a girl. Lord knows I didn't have it. Just don't want her to end up like me. Insecure. Because my girl is something else!!!!!

Miley Cyrus lyrics and Reagan

Reagan sings her little heart out. She cracks her daddy up. She is so dramatic when she sings, so emotional. Ok here are a few words from Miley Cyrus song (alter ego of Hannah Montana):
"I'll be right here when you need me.
Anytime just keep believin
And I'll be right here
If you ever need a friend
Someone to care and understand,
I'll be right here."

REAGAN'S RESPONSE:

"Mommy, I dont have a friend who is right there when I need them and who understands"

MINE:
"Mommy is always here when you need me."

Reagan:
"Yeah, but you dont understand...... when we go shopping, you dont listen when I tell you I want surprises. You dont listen when I tell you I want presents. You need to listen and buy me presents."

Please, the child has more surprises and presents than Santa Claus.

Comments

Feel free to leave tasteful comments. That is the only way I know you are keeping up. Ame???? Jana? I check out your blogs to see how the girls are. I comment sometimes. Who else has a blog. Tanya, have you started one? You need to keep a blog on the single life.... while you are still free as a bird and not down to writing about poops and weekends recording your precious little ones sayings that are really only cute to you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yall, I actually set the TV to record the new Hannah Montana episode Friday night at 8pm. Back in the old day, Jill and I would already be seated on our bar stools with the box of wine listening to the Stevie Nicks comeback song.

So..... My friends. I love and miss you. Hope you are all well.

Reagan's First Crush

Dave, the waiter at Harper's. She told him he was handsome. It didnt get us any free food though. I will have to coach her better next time. But I thought it was cute so I gave him a bigger tip.

So, we are home. I am tired. We went to JCPenney and ordered curtains. I was on the phone with Sean trying to find out how wide the window is in our living room and my mom buzzed in on the other line. Or vice versa. Either way, my mom somehow ended up on speaker phone on my cell. I didnt know I had speaker phone. So she was asking where I was and everything she said was amplified around the store. So I hit mute but that muted me so all everyone heard then was "HELLO I CANT HEAR YOU" from my mom. It was crazy. Reagan was busy picking up screws and nails off the floor and wrapping herself up in the curtain displays.

I tried to find Reagan some new clothes but she was not interested. All the clothing stores seem to sell stuffed animals and that is all she wants. But not gets. I have to go straighten up now. Details on the weekend later.

THE DENTIST VISIT

Reagan's first dental exam went well. Better than mine when I was 5. (I had 13 cavities). Reagan has a small cavity in a molar so we will have to get that filled. I was offered silver or white fillings and I cut the assistant off mid-sentence "WHITE!!!, there will be no silver fillings, EVER." And then I asked how long I could put it off. Dr Savage looked at me like I was crazy. I started mumbling,"Well, I know not too long but I just have to check my calendar because I dont have any scheduled vacation until December.....so how fast will this cavity grow???" I will see what I can do. She gets nitrous oxide to calm her down.....with her vivid imagination, I am really scared of what might come out of her mouth.

I met our new neighbors last night. I know I looked a fright. Reagan and I took a nap yesterday and I had eye makeup all around my eyes. I heard someone yelling in the back yard so naturally I went to see what was going on. The neighbors two dogs had escaped and were running towards the two Yorkies on our other side. So anyway I meet him. We have a really interesting neighborhood. Alot of people either work at home or do not work. My imagination runs wild. How do you afford Mercedes, Escalades, Volvos, BMWs and not work????? I am actually proud that I work. It would be great to have a choice but I am ok with working because I have no domestic talents. I can clean when motivated.

Subject change. I just got off the phone with my boss and she told me Hannah Montana tickets went on sale so I have to go look. I called her because I needed some advice on a family matter. I cannot say too much because I hope this family member takes her boss to the cleaners for age discrimination. I am livid. This SOB is making her life HEdoublehockeysticks. She busts her backside and all he can do it pop Ambien and Oxycontin and wreck his car. I am trying to connect her with legal aid. I want him to go down. She has had a hard life and does not need his crap. Karma, karma... always remember.

REAGAN'S LATEST BRILLIANT OBSERVATION:
"Mommy, I could not feel my heart today. I think God went out of my heart."

Me, and my great mommy wisdom:
"Baby, God is always in your heart."

My mom's birthday is tomorrow. I am not sure who is coming but I will try to take pictures.

Gotta run. I have alot to do.

Just Another Manic Monday

Not really. Just a busy Monday at work. And now I making dinner. I know, DONT FAINT. It is just steak in the oven. I really dislike preparing food. But my relationship with food is another story.

Reagan is climbing all over me so I guess this will be a short post. I am having trouble uploading pictures but new ones are on the way.

My mom's birthday is coming up so I will be planning for that. Ok- Reagan is driving me crazy................I need to get her hearing checked because all she seems to hear is chocolate, candy, pool, and that is about it.

Reagan, The Brave. Enema Defeator

If you did not guess from the blog title, we had another battle with the enema. I gave Reagan ten days to go potty on her own. Today, Daddy brought home the enema (Target and HT neither had children enemas.. or I would have tackled it sooner).

So Reagan is crying and Sean thinks she is being dramatic... but I know better. I know that look of absolute horror on her little "mini-me Sean" face. I understand her fear. My mom used to slip me laxatives when I was 10 or so and I didnt have a clue what was going on.

BUT, Reagan was so brave. Sean tried to keep her on the toilet but I was already running down the stairs for the Goodnight pullup. I knew that poop monster was not coming out in the toilet. I was prepared with the wipes and a towel to cover the floor. So within five minutes, with a look of pure determination, Reagan pushed with all she had and told me how brave she was being... little voice just a quivering. And then I did the honors of wiping up the mess. If I have any meaning in my life, anything accomplished over the weekend, it was this. I helped my baby rid her body of nasty toxins.

For my friends without children, forgive me. You really have to have one to appreciate the value of the story and overlook how gross it is. Maybe you did something really fun over the weekend.... went out of town, bought new clothes, had a pedicure, went to the gym.... you get my drift? This was my one moment where I felt like I was a hero. The object of my heroism is out riding her bike with her daddy; a bike ride that we promised her while trying to work the enema.

I really have to hurry now. Sean has been cleaning all day so I need to look as if I cleaned while they have been gone. I am jamming to High School Musical 2. There is a song called "Fabulous" where Sharpay says "Read my lips" and Reagan keeps singing "Read my Hips." Now that really scares me. I have explained that no one (my goodness, NOT YET) can read her hips, LIPS dear. Save the hips for another lifetime where I am too old too understand.

Hope everyone had a safe Holiday. Until next time.......