Good for the bones

R has this need to be semi naked in the morning. It is her shirt on, pants off or pants on shirt off... this morning it was the lower half that was covered. She is funny. And I really don't mind. Soon enough she will not want me in the bathroom with her when she is in there. So the "in the buff freedom" is celebrated at this moment. Just for a bit.

{When it comes to cereal, R will eat half of it, then drink the milk so the rest of the cereal is soggy dry.

Almost every time. She loves her milk.}

The bandage is not stitches - thankfully- it was a gift from Hudson. A little lego to the face - big lego that is. He honestly thought they were playing a game of "throwing legos and hide". After asking him to stop, from the other room, knowing that getting any lego to the body probably doesn't feel to good... I heard a "I AM SOOOO SORRY R!" to be followed by a scream of pain.

H listens really well.

I should have stopped it asap... but was at the end of the dishes... anyway I am lame. And well - somewhat to blame. The wound wasn't too deep but a bandage was placed on her just in case. You don't mess with scares and faces... and of course my girl will receive the majority of the scares on the face - most likely.

On another note, since we are somewhat talking of "in the buff"... I took a quick shower {well quick for me is about a 5 min. shower} when I got out I heard "Oh, Reagan, what are you doing outside?!" I walked out of my room towel around my growing body and saw Hudson fumbling with the handle to the front door and R's little face smashed up to the side window pleading with Hudson to open the door... as she was shaking. Yes she was naked. Once the door was open {I just watched from the stairs} Hudson asked her what she was doing? She told him she was find the neighbor's cat and petting him. Just if you are curious, that cat RUNS from any child and I assume R was coxing it out of its hiding place for the last 8 min. naked as can be. At least she had her crocs on. We wouldn't want dirty feet.

I was just laughed and made a note on my "to do list" of buying a latch/lock for the top of my front door.

I am {or my children} pure entertainment for all my neighbors or they will be calling child protective services on me any day.