Christmas break was awesome. We got to spend lots of Daddy time. Even when he was working in his office, I got to see him. It was also Daddy's birthday and I was pretty obsessed with the singing and cake part once I caught on to the whole birthday idea. It was hard for me to let it go once I learned the song.
Mommy calls Daddy the creative parent...This was Daddy's solution to curing Reagan's fussiness during the bowl games. Ipad in the crib because this girl loves her football. Judge if you want but it worked.
I am spending more time reading and writing these days. Daddy worries Mommy ties my right hand behind my back while he's at work to force me to be a left hander...here's the proof that she doesn't.
Those "boobs" I so desperately wanted...here they are. And I'm loving them.
Mommy helped put this photo collage together to show the evolution of Reagan's and my relationship. We have some work to do since right now I am pretty into waking her up every time she sleeps, sitting on her, poking her in the eye and screaming "Eli-Eli-O" in her face (that's my version of Old MacDonald Had A Farm) until she screams in fear. We've titled the pictures from left clockwise: Get Off Of Her, Get Off Of Her, Get Off Of Her, Let Go.
I may give her a lot of crap but it turns out I am the only person that can make her laugh so at least I have that going for me. I pretty much will do anything to make her laugh but jumping up and down and yelling for her to laugh is my go-to method.
Baby sister has been working hard to grow big and strong. She turned 6 months and is finally on the charts. Weighing in at a whopping 13 pounds 6 ounces (8th percentile) and standing 26 1/4 inches tall (55th percentile), this girl is packing it on. So much so that Dr. Wichman said we are free from Ready, Set, Grow. Thank God. Now if we could just graduate from the weight checks, physical therapy and feeding therapy.
New Year, new rules. Mommy may have finally hit her limit with me sleeping with her and waking up in the middle of the night bright eyed and bushy tailed. This video, taken in the middle of the night, shows what she was dealing with. But, "Hey, Hey, Hey" it gave her the wake up call she needed to get me into my big boy bed. She doesn't quite have the heart to make me cry it out during the night but it turns out with my trusty turtle and my music I can usually fall back asleep.
Until next time. XOXO
