Wednesday, November 12, 2008

I suppose it makes sense, that Reagan would grow up before this new baby is born. But it still has me reeling a little bit.

There have just been this various things that have seemed "different" when it comes to her behavior. I think, for the most part, it is a good "different".

In just the last 24 hours, I've even noticed some changes.

For supper last night, I made this big chicken and veggie casserole thing. You should know that Reagan will not eat a piece of chicken unless it is in the form a nugget. Even then...we've seen mixed results. So you can imagine my surprise last night when she shoveled all of her chicken and all of her veggies in her mouth and wanted more.

I went to get goofy gus out of bed this morning and she giggled hysterically when I entered the room. I held my arms out to lift her up and she pushed me away and pointed to the chair near her bed. "Sit sit" she said. So I did. She then proceeded to entertain me with a show of her jumping and collapsing in bed talents. Every time she "collapsed" she would roar with laughter.

For the last week or so, whenever Brian comes home from work she lays on her belly at the top of the stairs and waits for him to open the door. When he does, she bursts into screams and laughter like its the greatest moment of her life.

I informed her around 7:30 this morning that it was time for her to get dressed so she could go to daycare. She looked at me and said, "NO!" and then shook her head vigorously. I ended up tackling her on the couch and tickling her viciously.

Yesterday, I fell asleep during her Baby Einstein DVD. Hey, those things have relaxing music so just shush. I awoke to see her standing next to my face and smiling sweetly. A total cheese.

Hubby and I were remarking last night after PetePete went to bed that she seems different lately. She is certainly comprehending much more of what we say, and she mimics so many of our words and actions. And I'm just having a hard time remembering her as a little tiny baby, because she's grown so far past that. And while I know that is good, I'm still amazed and a little afraid. I love this stage - much much more than I ever thought I would. But it got here awfully fast...and I'm just not ready to see it go.

Because I will never grow tired of watching her JUMP! to get a bug on the ceiling.


all up in each others bizness said...

it gets worse :( u should hear the conversations i have had with my 7 year old this month........suicide.......alcahol...etc etc wahhhhhhhhhhhhh


Miz Jean said...

Oh I am so not ready for that!

all up in each others bizness said...

yeah its rough......i'm not ready for it yet....but oh so blessed she feels she can talk to me about anything...even if i look like a deer in headlights,lol....she has no idea that i am scared....but i am :)