Reaganisms....

1. Instead of singing "Jesus died for all the children"....Reagan belts out "Jesus diaper all the children"

2. Favorite things to do : "pick" roley poleys with Brooks in the driveway, play with her dinosaur (it's hideously scary...I'll try to take a pic and post it..yikes) jump off the back or arm of the couch. jump down the stairs, jump off just about anything that makes you get that sick feeling in your pelvis like your stomach's going to fall out through it somehow, watch "Land Before Time", buckle her own seatbelt, take a reallllly long bath, any reason to put on a swimming suit, take cars away from Brooks, eating icecream, or pudding, or meeyogurt (I don't know why she thinks it's called this) make lists of who's a boy, and who's a girl, "say a pray", eat "scum-betti" (known in some circles as spaghetti), show off her brother in her belly, talk on the phone, wait outside for daddy to come home, crawl in bed with mom and dad anywhere between 5-6 in the morning..., tell ya she loves ya..she's purty great.

waiting for the day...

Last night after tucking Reagan in bed, I was going through the usual ritual of putting Brooks to bed as well. We said our prayer, talked a little, and began the tucking process. Suddenly...Brooks remembered that there was something really important he had "meant to ask me". He lifted up his pj shirt..and began looking all around his belly. He exclaimed to me, "oh...shucks...I can't find them now!" He then lifted his shirt up just a bit higher and shouted out "Oh..there they are!... Mom, ..what are these?" I'm sure you can imagine that he had discovered his nipples. Gotta love being the mom of a six year old boy.....usually :)

Playin' in the yard...

Reagan thought it best to put her coat on since it was sprinkling...so she could "go on a worm hunt."

Brooks always finding a reason to "spray the lawn"..."it looks dry, mom!"

best thing ever...

So....

I came home from a much needed pedicure last night. It was 5:12 and we desperately needed to be IN the van, and ON our way to the big T-Ball game. I hollered upstairs to Geoffrey. "Are we ready??" Geoffrey then replies, "just a minute." I then hear Brooks' sincere little voice following after his dad's. "Please come into my heart, Jesus, and take away my sins."

Okay....I can be late for a T-Ball game for THIS! I can't think of a more incredible way to be welcomed home. What a treat to make it home just in time to listen in on my sweet Brooksie's most important decision.

Kick off to a blog attempt

So...

wow...alot of pressure posting a "first" blog. It's not like I've been sitting around just waiting for the this opportunity to share some great, incredibly brilliant thought or idea...or even just some fresh perspective....just starting a blog, because a friend of mine suggested that I have a place to show pics of this new baby...(as well as Brooks and Reagan, naturally) There ya have it.