Not my good list

Today, well two days ago... and well yesterday too this little nutcase {see below} was not on my "good list".

Here is the thing: She is as cute as they get. From her high pitch voice to her chocolate brown eyes she makes me all lovey inside. She has this ability to make me crazy but then do something incredibly tender and cute and I forget the "crazy" part. But within two min. we are right back with me crazy then her cute. I have no idea?? I am nuts too. But two days ago she peed her pants 4 times. And she has been potty trained for 9 months. {I know this is something some toddlers do when a new baby arrives... I know I know, it just isn't "fun" when they do it. And the last two days have been MUCH better in/on this battle}.

1. on my new - we are talking 4 day old - couch

2. my carpet upstairs - new also

3. on my kitchen chair

4. in front of toilet {at least she was headed in the right direction}

*By the fourth pee I wanted to drop kick something. Not a good moment. If you were worried if I "lost the spirit in my home" on the 4th peeing experience, you will be sad/happy {depending who you are} to know that it was gone the 1st time. Couch + Pee = me not happy mama. not happy at all.

{these were taken the day we brought Grey home}

Last night she was up from 3 - 5:30. I would have gone MAD, or maybe I did?! I was up with Grey at 11 feeding him, then at 2:30... he is in bed by 3ish... and I get a good shove and see little R crawling into bed with me. I am so dead dog tired by this point I roll over and try to cuddle her... which she was not about. For the next two hours I lay there, too tired to get up and take her to bed, and listen to her whisper songs. Then the complaining about how she wants to eat. Her tummy was hurting. Which I am not about feeding a child at that time. Or at least not one who doesn't drink from a bottle. R was crazy. By 5:30 {Spencer had already bee-lined to the gym, probably to get away from us} I dragged her to bed... knowing that G would be up any moment. I finally gave in and got her a banana... I could not imagine me at 2pm that day after being up from 2:30... with three children... so the I gave in. I threatened her with all my power and then sweet G started to cry for his food. I was done. done. I fed him, put him back to bed and put a pillow over my head and went to sleep. But don't be fooled. Reagan is a worse sleeper than Grey. Or any child to be honest... or at 3am I think she is. We were BLESSED with Hudson... he is good at sleeping... it is just getting him in bed lately. But R has even out the field with sleeping patterns. Hopefully G will sleep his whole life well. Fingers crossed.

Now here is a good picture taken of R {below}. In what a normal day with her is like... she was wearing this hat and striking poses every few moments for my mom and me. My mom was dying... it was pretty hilarious. Not to mention whatever she was babbling about in the meantime, Reagan that is - not my mom. She had us in stitches.

Recently if asked what her little brother's name is, this is what you will get:

"Ummm ummm my bwoder's {brother} is Sage {my sister Aarean's daughter is Sage}. No No, it is ummm ummm Gay. Her name is Gay."

Well... she is close, and will soon come around I am sure. I love that she calls him a "her" and my favorite in this moment is her inability to say her "r" sound, if the letter is found in the middle of a word. It makes me happy.

Striking a M.J. pose. She gets her dance moves from her daddy. wink wink.