We have a problem

This little child of mine is quite the character.  

     She never tires of eating, unless it is something healthy I cook for her.  She asks for candy first thing in the morning and once I explain, for the millionth time, that we don't eat candy or brownies for breakfast she will stop look at me and ask, "mama, it will make me throw up?"  I tell her yes.  It may or may not be a lie but she doesn't know if it is, neither do I.  The reason why she asks about "throwing up" is because two weeks ago she had minor surgery on her ears {to take tubes out since they didn't fall out}.  For about 6 hours after she threw EVERYTHING up.  Water, banana... whatever small thing went down - it came right back up.  She would just stand there and look at me and say "it's coming, it's coming"... I did a lot of laundry that day.  So... yes, if I don't want her to eat something I tell her it will make her throw up.  Hey it works for the time being.

Reagan has also adopted a lisp.  It is horribly cute and I do not correct her... I say whatever she says the correct way after her, and figure she will figure it out.  It isn't a constant lisp, but every once in a while it will appear and I love it.  

She also has a few pet names for things... 

Grey = buba {?we never called him this.  I think maybe Rach did?}
Soda = frosted drink
swimming suit = badding dute
Hudson = hudsie
movie = mooouuvie

All in all she is my ham.  She cracks me up.  Constantly.  Before going to bed she will plead with me to sleep with her, she then will ask for me to tickle her tummy and back.  She will lean in with a kiss, lay her head on my chest, under my chin and say, "Mama, you are my favorite mama.  I love you."

She is my social social butterfly and makes friends everywhere we go.  And she names them all "friend".

She will be crying one moment then if something is done to make her laugh she will immediately stop crying and give a deep gut laugh.  No matter what... when excited she does her deep gut laugh as well.

Yesterday I went to put her shorts on her and I had to loosen all of them {shorts}.  They were a little tight... that only means on thing... she will be growing very soon.  She tends {like all kids} to gain a little weight then shoot up.  It makes me a little sad to think she will be getting taller.  I kinda really really really like her this size.

She asks at least ten times a day to go to the swimming pool, then gets all giddy if we do go.  She loves to go to the gym, and asks for it everyday.  I told you - social butterfly.  She will be sad once her stable friend leaves for school - Hudson.  Even though he teases her relentlessly; she loves to be with him at all times.

The other day we went to the mall, yes with all three.  I had to run an errand.  On the way back to the car I saw the See's candy store and headed that way to get some suckers.  To get to the store I had to go on the escalator.  Reagan has gotten on all by herself a good handful of times, but I should have been thinking a little better.  I was in a hurry so I told Hudson to jump on, he was in front of me.  I then propped the stroller up and told R to hurry.  She hesitated and then it went down hill from there.  I couldn't let go of the stroller so I told her to just jump on like she had a few times before.  {What was I thinking letting her go on behind me?!!?}  So she half jumped and one leg got on... she was soon doing the chinese splits.  Right behind her just watching, mind you, a mother and daughter were just sitting there.  I looked at them, at this point I was about 8 stairs up, and asked them to please help her.  They had no idea what to do {please do not try to guess the nationality}.  Reagan is falling {backwards/upside down now} towards them and they just glared at me.  Finally the old woman stepped on and tried to pull ?!?!! Reagan up.  That is while the witch of a daughter just stared at me.  SERIOUSLY PEOPLE get smart!!!  Help the child.
Now I have observers everywhere while Reagan is screaming, I have a loud man going down the escalator {on the other side} screaming "OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH!" over and over.  That helps.  Finally the old woman grabs Reagan and sets her up, then falls herself onto her rear two stairs down.  I was dying.  By this time I am waiting at the top.  I grab Reagan, then apologize profusely to the women and hold my traumatized daughter.
I then get another older woman who walks up and asks Reagan is she is okay, over and over again.  Reagan didn't respond she was just wanting me to hold her.  The woman looked at me and told me that I looked like I probably needed help to my car {because I am obviously a completely brainless mother/woman}.  I don't know maybe she was just trying to help; but at this point I was not in the mood for a "maybe".  So I told her no thank you quickly and high tailed it out of there.
The mall and myself do not mix well lately.  Spencer is most likely happy for that one.