New Furniture

We finally decided after a couple weekends of shopping that we would upgrade Reagan's room to a full-size bed and dresser set and pass on all the baby stuff to Baby C in my belly. It ended up being about the same as just getting a new convertible set for the baby.

That came out so easy, but it was a process to figure that out. We picked out a few things we liked, got her to bounce around a bit on the furniture and finally settled on something.


We hope she likes it.

Of course, I had to order all the Dora decorations too. We got a cool bedspread and some stuff for her wall. When I get the room together, I will post again with the images. :)

Little Miss Independent

Our little Reagan, who was once so cuddly and snuggly, has changed. She is probably still a mama's girl, but is more likely to do her own thing now. Since we moved her to her toddler bed about a month ago, she's slowly changed from needing her snuggle time at night to just needing to know we are around.

I miss my little snuggle butt sometimes. When she appears, I grab a hold of her and only let go when told. It's probably good timing since we have #2 on the way, but still a bitter sweet time for me.

The lights are all on

This morning we got upstairs to wake Reagan up and her overhead light was on and she had a TON of books in her bed with her and her animals. Last night Reagan threw a fit and we left her in her room to put herself in bed. She did just that - she read books and fell asleep on the pile of things in her bed.

Awww...

Bath time woes

We haven't figured out what has happened, but Reagan went from enjoying the bath to being completely opposed to the thought of it. Hmmm. She hates to get her hair washed, hates to do anything related to something you want her to do in that process. But if you can get through the bath and walk out of the room, she'll sit down and play just fine. It's odd. Is that her crazy independence coming out? Who know. All I know is that Jim and I do not enjoy the bath routine at night. It's a necessary evil, but not always fun.

Furniture shopping

Today we went furniture shopping for a big girl set for Reagan. We found a place that had an awesome kids section that Reagan could play in and I went looking around. We actually found something that we both liked - huge shock. Even Reagan like it, I think. She's getting a big girl bed. Of course, her new room will be decorated in Dora! Weeeeee.

Our Trip to Children's Hospital

So tonight was just fun. Of course that statement is loaded with sarcasm. I was on my way to the chiropractor after work when Jim called with some bad news - Reagan was up at the front desk crying and holding her arm. She can't move it without screaming and she's in a lot of pain. So no chiropractor - I went straight to pick her up and take her to the doctor.

Once I got to the school, I saw that there were four teachers huddled around her and nobody was talking. Taylor was crying and holding Reagan. But no one would tell me anything. I scooped Reagan up and took off. Walking with her and even getting her in the car was a huge challenge. I didn't know if her arm was broken or her shoulder dislocated, so I had to move her as little as possible. Hmmm.

Once in the car, we put in Dumbo and I gave her a lollipop. That helped. She still whimpered, but she was distracted for most of the car ride. She did tell me that she was scared - I was impressed by that. I don't blame her, so was I.

Once at the doctor's, she wouldn't leave my side. I had to use the potty :), but that was nearly impossible. We got back to see a nurse and she tried to pop her elbow in place (interesting) but nothing worked. (Yes, our kid was screaming in pain and they didn't give us a damn doctor - although he was just standing there... nice huh. But they did overcharge us. Not that I'm bitter.)Anyway, they said basically take her to the ER. Jim and I opted to go to Children's Hospital Urgent Care.

Once there, things calmed down a bit. She actually told us she had to go potty - totally impressed with that. She seemed less stressed. The wait was fairly short. She played in my purse quite a bit. She put on all my make up, not just on herself, but on me and Jim too. Jim was a good sport - he let her put lipstick and powder on him. :)

We got back to the room and the nurse and the doctor were great. The nurse checked her out and totally calmed her down. She was up on the table playing some. She was calmer. Then the doctor came in and basically said "it's nurse maid elbow - or a dislocation". Sweet. :) She played around with Reagan's arm while she was talking us and popped it back in without us knowing. Reagan didn't cry as much when she did it. So it worked. Within minutes, she was totally back to normal. She was going crazy -jumping around, giggling and of course, eating a treat.

That was that. We got home about 8pm from this whole ordeal and ate pizza with my parents. She went to bed quite easily - I believe she was tuckered out. I know I was.

Reagan's activities

I have no idea when it happened, but Reagan changed. She walks around the house making up stories and having conversations with me (and everyone else) like she's an adult. She talks ALL the time and never seems to lack for topics of conversation. Not only that, but she is so animated at the same time. She user her hands to talk now and tilts her head when she wants an answer. That giant leap that people talk about with their kids has officially happened to mine. :)