In light of Mimi's recent diagnosis, we decided to drive down to Plano, Texas, to be with Auntie Kelly, Uncle Andy and the triplets for Easter. Boy, did we have grand plans--a professional photographer; a church Easter carnival complete with petting zoo, jump houses and a hunt; touring their new home; an Easter hunt and feast after church--GRAND PLANS. But as life has been doing a lot lately, a curve ball was thrown. Enter Stomach flu of Easter 2015. Reagan picked it up on the xray table at Children's Mercy and began vomiting in the car. Then came Mommy that night. Then me, then Daddy, then Mimi, then Pa....so on. Reagan held the record for quickest recovery from the flu and even smiled through the vomiting. As is usually the case with me, I go big or go home so I got the
award for most vomiting and earned a trip to urgent care for Zofran. You want
quick service at an urgent care place? Puke in their waiting room. It
works wonders...
On the plus side, everyone but Mommy made it to the Easter bonanza and house tour. Here's a video of my first official Easter egg hunt. I think I did pretty well but you be the judge.
I wasn't a huge fan of the bounce house...you can see me making a beeline for the exit once everyone started bouncing.
Before the vomiting got underway, I did have some fun with my cousins. We played, they showed me their new house, we had a slumber party for about 30 minutes until I got scared and left. They're my buddies.
Here is a snippet of what Easter actually looked like. Think that's an Easter basket Claire is holding? Wrong. It's a puke bucket. Ah, memories.
On the plus side, we can all laugh about it now. And when we got home, Reagan and I took it easy and got some great snuggle time in.
All this illness has not been great for our sleeping habits. Reagan and I are both pretty anti-naps these days so this is what we end up looking like at 5:00PM when Mommy starts dinner.
And this is what we look like at 10:00PM because of late naps. Someone should really sleep train us...
We have been spending some time at Great Grandma Cookie's. I love going to see her. I get to see all my cows and horses (farms are my latest obsession) along the way there and then get a captive audience to discuss all the contents of my backpack, literature and my views on the world. I am quite the motor mouth these days so it's a pretty one-sided conversation, but she doesn't seem to mind. Here we are sitting in my favorite chair "talking."
In recent Reagan developments, Mommy and Daddy think she might be a little ornery. Mommy walked into the pantry to catch her doing this. Her smile says it all.
Next day, we all found her in my Legos, eating the instructions.
She turned 8 months at the end of last month and we are learning new things about her each day. She loves: computers/phones/ipads, trying to eat cords, gnawing on shoes, putting random things in her mouth, Leland's tags, standing, scooting and smiling. She hates: sitting still, drinking bottles, strangers, socks and getting things taken away from her. She's still struggling with her stats, the stomach flu and another couple of rounds of respiratory virus didn't do her any favors, so we will leave those out for now. I will say that despite her slight size, she is a force to be reckoned with. She is feisty and holds her own when we rough house. She even giggles when I wheel barrow her around the house. She's the best.
