Reagan's Hate

Reagan just announced to me: "I hate girls. I don't hate boys. Daddy's a boy and I don't hate him. I don't hate your kind of girl, so I don't hate you. I don't hate Jenny. I don't hate Charlotte. I don't hate Catherine. I don't hate Nicole. I don't hate Justin. I don't hate Zero. I don't hate Marcus. I don't hate Pee-paw. I don't hate Boo-Boo. I don't hate Jo-Jo. I don't hate Uncle Mario. I don't hate Lucas. I don't hate Lisa. How about me? I don't hate myself. I thought someone else. I don't hate Carissa. I don't hate Chelsea. I don't hate Nicole - the little Nicole. I also don't hate Amber. I don't hate Shayla."

Then she walked away, so I guess she hates everyone else. At least all the girls. Or she realized she really doesn't hate anyone. I'm not sure which.

Freakin' Out

On the way home today, Reagan started saying for no reason at all, "Uncle Justin is really freakin' me out because he keeps tickling me back here!" She said it a few times, and Jenny pointed out that he was not in the back seat, or the city, but that didn't stop crazy Reagan!

Germs

Jenny apparently had someone speak at school today about dental health. She brought home a packet with a new toothbrush and a chart to track every time she brushes her teeth and some other things like little tablets that turn her teeth pink so that she can brush the pink off and make sure she gets her teeth all clean. Anyway, this prompted her to say, "Do you know how many calories are in goldfish? Like 170 calories. That's a lot of germs. That's why I have to brush my teeth three times a day."

I'm not sure about the link between calories, germs and tooth-brushing, but apparently Jenny is.

February

I was just going through Jenny's school planner for the evening. I have to sign it every night, and I noticed that she's been writing in the wrong week all week. I pointed out to her that she's been writing on the week that starts with February 26.

Reagan - Can I go?

Me - Go where?

Reagan - February.

Me - No one's going to February.

Reagan (in a very whiny voice) - But can I go to February too.

Me (repeatedly as this conversation continues) - February is not a place. It's a month, and we're all there. We can't go there.

As I was typing this, Jenny just walked in the room and head-butted Reagan, so Reagan's sobbing. I asked Jenny why she did that, and she said, "Sometimes when I get angry, I just feel like hitting my head on whatever's in front of me." I told her not to do that again.

And now Reagan's trying to climb in my lap while I type. I told her no and got her usual response, "But I really, really want to."

Our Life

Reagan: Daddy, are you glad your house is not full of junk like potatoes, alcohol, video games, toys, Bratz, Barbie dolls, fish tank, comics, cats, and juice boxes?

Lee: I think it is.

Reagan: Daddies are strong. I've seen your dad fight a monster.

Lee: No, you haven't. You've never seen my dad.

Reagan: Because his blood is frozen?

Jenny: When are we ever gonna go to the Y again?

Lee: You just went today.

Our life is so fun.

Animal or Boy?

Reagan started listing animals and people in our house by size, ending with Lee.

Lee to Reagan: Yes, I am the largest animal in the house.

Reagan: You're not an animal. You're a person what is also a boy.

Yeah, Wake Forest!

That's all I have to say.

Reagan's Questions

Lee and Reagan are talking about some of their usual fun topics. They were talking about how your parents teach you what's right and what's wrong.

Reagan: Did you teach your dad that?

Lee: No, my dad taught me that.

Reagan: Cause if you didn't do what he said, he would smash your head into the wall?

Lee: No, I just learned that he was right.

Reagan: How old is your dad?

Lee: My dad is dead.

Reagan: I know, but how old is he?

There's just no good way to answer that.

During dinner this evening, Jenny was teaching us about polite manners to use at the dinner table because she is preparing for a lunch she gets to go to at one of her teachers' houses. So Reagan said, "Would you please give me some poo-poo?"

This caused me and Lee to laugh, while Jenny lectured Reagan and told her not to use potty words at the dinner table. Then Reagan kept repeating it and giggling. That upset Jenny because she said she'll get that in her head and she'll accidentally say it at her teacher's house and get in trouble.

Hello!

Reagan just came up to me, and since I was ignoring her because Lee and I just finished the 1990 iTunes Essentials and are getting ready to start 1994, she said, "Hello! Girl who needs dessert here!" Very rudely.

Happy Valentine's Day!

From me and the girls (and Lee, too, I guess). And yes, this is what the girls wore to school today. One of their daycare teachers asked me about the movie star style they always have going on, and I told him it's all them. The goal today for them was to wear as much red as possible. It's hard to see the tights in the pictures, but they accomplished their goal.

Advice from Reagan

A little something Reagan had to explain to us this evening.

You need to find a dog to find yourself.
Cause if you don’t you probably don’t have a mom or dad.
You find a house.
Whenever you go somewhere else without your friend, you don’t go with your parents or else and then you lose being with your friends.
You go in the house and you check out what’s in it and there’s a Happy Meal and there’s a freezer what has dessert in scoopies.
Then when you go out of the house and you get in the car, and you go with your dog, he pees on your dad.

This all came up right after we got dessert out of the freezer – you know “the dessert what I wanted to have last night” according to Reagan. And by dessert, I mean ba-zert in her words.

Wait, Reagan has one more "guest." "When you go in the house, you can sleep in it, and then you'll bite all the food what's in the house." I don't know why she called it a guest.

And there's one more, "When you find all your friends and mother and sister in it, you pop them and you snap them and smash them into corn and popcorn. Then when you see your mommy, you give her a hug."

Teenagers

I remembered the other thing. Reagan's latest obsession is when she's going to be a teenager. She asks me all the time if it happens when she turns five next year. I keep telling her that it won't technically be until she's 13, but I kind of think it starts at 12. So this afternoon I gave my usual answer. And Reagan squealed in delight at the prospect of becoming a teenager. And Jenny told her she would even be a teenager for a few years. "And one day you'll even be a senior."

The things that excite them amaze me sometimes.

Lost and Found

I was very upset this morning to find that my watch and rings were missing. Lee had taken the girls to school for me because I had a meeting at Jenny's school (she's going to start speech therapy so she can learn how to say the "r" sound), so they weren't here. I looked everywhere around the basket in the kitchen for my watch and rings, and I couldn't find them. I ALWAYS put them in there. I left, annoyed, because I constantly notice all day long that they're missing if I don't have them, but I figured Reagan would probably know where they were because she has a tendency to steal.

I got to school this afternoon and immediately asked Reagan where my watch was. She said, "Behind the couch." Just like that. Of course she knew. I asked why it was behind the couch, and Jenny said, "Because Reagan put it there." Which I still didn't think was a good reason. We got home, and I asked Reagan about it again, and she immediately went to the couch and asked me to pull it out so she could reach it. So at least she was telling the truth, and I got my watch back, although I told her she's never supposed to do that again.

And then they said some other funny things that I totally can't think of now, but maybe I will later.

Friday Night

For anyone who wants to know what goes down in our house on a busy Friday night, we're partying to the Teen Pop iTunes Essentials. Everyone should listen to it - it's great! Now Playing: Genie in a Bottle. And Jenny has amazing dance moves.

Hey

Me to Reagan: Hey, cutie pie!

Reagan to Me: Hey, big adult!

And now in the background, Reagan is singing The Frug.

Gold Tooth

Reagan had to go to the doctor yesterday because she was sick (sinus infection). She was talking to me about it this afternoon. She told me that last time she went to the doctor, they gave her big medicine, and this time they didn't. I told her I didn't know what she was talking about, which is always the wrong answer. She just says, "Don't you remember?" And I never do.

We moved on to talking about some upcoming appointments of hers. I told her she has to go to the doctor next month for her 4-year-old checkup, which she's excited about since my children are weird and love going to the doctor. The I told her that she gets to go to the dentist the first time.

Reagan: What will they do there?

Me: Count your teeth.

Reagan: And what else?

Me: Clean your teeth.

Reagan: And what else?

Me: That's pretty much it.

Reagan: Aaaaand . . . they'll take out my tooth and put in a gold tooth like Jenny's.

Both girls refer to Jenny's filled cavity as a gold tooth - it's not gold, but they love it. Reagan thinks that automatically happens at the dentist. She'll probably ask for it.

Hannah in 3-D

We just returned from seeing Hannah Montana in 3-D in the movie theater, and I must say I felt like it was worth the $15 (for each of us). It was awesome! I don't understand why Lee didn't want to go with us.

The girls were quite amusing with their 3-D glasses.


They were much nicer than the cardboard red and blue ones I remember from when I was little, which was good because I thought Reagan wouldn't be able to keep them on. Jenny watched like she was actually at the concert, singing, clapping and waving her arms. She fell out of her seat at one point trying to touch Hannah. Reagan just calmly sat in my lap with her glasses on and watched, but she also reached out a couple times to try to touch people. Since she's Lee's daughter, she did tell me after about an hour that she was ready to go home. Jenny kept saying she wished she was at the very front so she could actually touch them, and I kept trying to point out that the people weren't real. Overall, it was fun!

Fuego

I'm sure most of you don't know this song, but it's called Fuego, by the Cheetah Girls. And All Night Long by Lionel Richie. The girls seriously love this song, so Reagan participated in these also. As much as she could participate while continuing to eat her bag of Goldfish.



Best parts besides Jenny's general moves throughout:

0:01 Their excitement at the beginning
0:09 Reagan singing "every motion"
0:19 Jenny snapping when it says "hydrant"
0:31 Jenny



Best parts:

0:13 Reagan's face when she's seriously singing
0:36 Reagan's hair toss
0:39 Jenny's Face
0:50 Reagan's slight butt-shaking while she eats around this point - that's all she can manage

There are a couple more Fuego videos for me to put up later, including Jenny's best solo dance, but they're not finished uploading yet.

Enchanted

Jenny's new favorite hobby is making these videos, so I guess I'll keep posting them. Here is a series of 3 while she's performing to That's How You Know from Enchanted. I thought I would be like Charlotte and point out the best moments in each video (according to me) so that you don't miss them.



This one is good, but nothing too exciting other than her general acting out the song's words and the eyeroll at 0:31.



This one has several excellent moments:

0:04 A little puppy face
0:11 The way she really sings "every day"
0:24 She really needed to fix her hair
0:40 The genius of grabbing a nearby poster to make a fan
End The pointing at the end



This one's moments:

0:10 The giggle
0:37 The way she performs "you"