I'm playing catch

When the heck did she learn how to throw and catch a ball. I don't mean whiz it by your head kinda throw. I mean a good throw. Not only can she play catch with me, but she can throw it way up and catch it herself. Wow. She's pretty good.

Crawling soon?

We keep hearing from her school that they are working with her on crawling. When we get her home, she's content to sit. When we try to get her up on all fours, she either falls on her face, or slowly go to her belly and just kick her legs like she's swimming.

Tonight, we were working with her again. We put things out of reach when she's sitting up. She will pull herself forward to reach the item. She will roll to get something that she really wants. No movement yet though. I'm waiting. She's impatient a bit - I am surprised she hasn't figured it out yet. But I guess we are getting to a point that she's going to start moving.

She does pull up pretty well. She wants to be standing and can't stand to be still. Soon... very soon.

We have a tooth everyone

Wow. I just noticed the two white lines on her gums the other day. The last two days, I've wondered why nursing was getting "interesting". I put my finger in her mouth to feel "the lines" and found a tooth. WOW!!! Bottom left front tooth = #1 for Maddy.

My Reagan my angel

Reagan is three now. Almost three and a half. She's getting so big. She's gotten so tall. Every time I look at her, I marvel at the fact that she's changed so much. She's no longer a baby, but a beautiful little girl.

She has a great laugh and a pretty smile. She cocks her head and tilts it to the side when shes' trying to convince you to do something. She's picked up on all my wonderful mannerisms - for good or bad, she's a lot like me. She's horribly impatient, but super loving and sweet.

She's my baby and always will be. I love watching her grow. I love the fact that she loves me and thinks I'm the best thing. I hope she feels that way forever. Sigh, I know she won't. But I hope that what I teach her will last her lifetime.

My baby. My love. My Reagan!

Get my kids! ahhhh

Tonight, I left work and proceeded to drive to get Reagan and then get Maddy. As soon as I got on 275, I saw a sign that said "accident at "my exit", all lanes blocked". REALLY!? Couldn't they have posted that sooner. Needless to say, the sign was right. I fought to get off at the exit before. I jumped off there and there were two more accidents.

I called mom and dad and they, of course, jumped right on the rescue mission. Jim was downtown on an interview, so he couldn't help. Bummer. So by 530pm, I still wasn't anywhere close to Reagan. But, my mom called and said she was a block from her. Whew.

My dad was on the way to Maddy. I was actually able to get to Maddy by 6pm, but barely. When I got there, Maddy was happy to see me. She was ready for mama. She knew the timing was off. Poor thing. I'm glad she missed me. I felt better when I had her in my arms.

Pink Pillow Pet

Tonight, Reagan went to bed in Reagan fashion. Not so easy. We take a bath, we read books, we say our prayers and we go to sleep... well, she doesn't really go to sleep. She stays up to read and play in bed. Well, tonight, after two hours, she figured out she didn't have her pink pillow pet. She left it at my parents. I knew that and had asked Jim to go get it on his ice cream run.

When she freaked out, I asked Jim where it was. He didn't bother to get it. Why the heck doesn't anyone listen to me!!! So I had to call, wake up my dad and then go get it. He laughed. Jim just complained. But the funny thing is that he doesn't and won't stay awake with her when she's up and down. So I got the pillow pet from my dad.

Reagan went right to sleep. Damn if I'm right!

Things about Maddy

She's starting saying baba and making the sign for it. We're not sure she totally gets it, but she might. She asks for Daddy. Cries for Mommy. Loves her sisters a lot. She LOVES to sit in her walker - we're waiting for her to figure out how to walk in it. Hates to swing. Loves to play. Loves to stand even more and chew. She can't sit still. She loves her red fox and gets cranky when she's bored or tired.

She loves her daycare. She loves Rita a lot. I'm glad. She makes me feel comfortable. I love listening to her wake up so happy in the morning. She's never mad unless she's sick. She has an infectious laugh - you can't help laughing when she does. She loves to be tickled and loves to play with your face.

I think the thing I like most about feeding her is she looks at me. She watches my eyes and plays with my face and lips. If my eyes smile, she smiles back. If she grunts, I grunt back. I love her.