Reagan

First of all, Reagan wore her denim skirt backwards all day.

She said the following things when we got home, and I was waiting for her to get out of the car:

-I'm just bored. Look at those kids. They wear shoes outside. I'm bored to them.
-I'm not freaky. Everyone thinks I'm freaky, but I'm not freaky.
-Do you know Eddie? Did you know Eddie's my boyfriend? Even though I don't like him.
-Everyone's always messing with the octopus.

Then when we got inside, Lee helped her open a new movie with his teeth. Reagan said, "Why are you eating that like a puppet?"

I know there was more, but that's all I can remember.

Poems

Jenny wrote some poems while she was at work with me this afternoon. I'm going to copy them as she wrote them, so the misspellings are hers, not mine.

Flowers

calers calorful colors colorful
grow move bloom
dazzys daisies


Sun

yellow shiney
shine lights moving
I love the sun
heet

Fat

Reagan and I were just talking upstairs, and I said something about how I felt really fat today. Reagan said, "You're not fat, mommy. Your butt is just fat, but you're not." Isn't she sweet?

Also, we went to Spa La-di-da today with Ellen, Hannah and Sidney. While we were waiting to go back, Reagan kept grabbing the stuff she wanted to buy, and I told her to put it all back. She came back to me with her hands buried in her pockets. I asked her what she had in her pockets, and she said it was just her hands. Then I asked if she had put something in her pockets to try to steal it, and she said no. Then I pulled her hands out and checked her pockets and found lip gloss in each pocket. And I told her not to lie and not to steal. I don't think she learned her lesson.

Then when we were leaving the mall, we saw some policemen walking around, and Reagan got scared. I told her they were good guys and not to be scared. Then she asked me if it's dark in jail, and I told her that I didn't really know since I'd never been to jail, but I thought they had lights. She told me that wasn't true, and I asked how she knew since she's never been to jail, and she told me she had. She and her friend Carissa went some time. So I guess she's still a liar.

Boogers

Reagan just sneezed, and I asked her if she needed a tissue. She just sniffed as hard as she could, and said, very proudly, "No, Daddy and Jenny tought me how to put my boogers back where they belong." And she sniffed again.

Found Cats

Good news! Lulu was at the front door when we got home today. And ready to head to her food bowl to eat. Both cats seem totally fine. I guess they just enjoyed some fun time out and about.

Lost Cats

We came home today to discover that Lulu and Marisa were missing. Our initial assumption was that they were missing somewhere in the house, until we asked Jenny about it, and she said that last time she saw them was outside last night when we were going to bed. She just figured they weren't ready to come in yet. We are, of course, telling her it's not her fault, but also wishing she had told us they were outside last night.

Both cats were microchipped when we got them from the Humane Society, so we called the Home Again service to report them lost. It seems pretty amazing to me. They immediately report them lost to all the vets within a 25 mile radius of us and provide their microchip numbers to the vets. So we think our odds of recovery are good.

We walked around the neighborhood before it got dark to see if we saw them and ask a couple neighbors. The girls and I went one way, and Lee went another. The girls and I beat him home, and then I had to listen to the two of them cry about how Daddy wasn't home, and he might get lost by the cats. I kept telling them that I wasn't worried because he knows where our house is. Reagan's response was to cry and say, "But we need a father!" I told her we didn't get rid of him, and sure enough, he did return, legs covered in blood from all the thorns he went through in the "wilderness" I didn't know was near our house. But no cats.

Before I finished this post this evening, Marisa returned! So I've reported her found, and I'm hoping Lulu will come soon also.

Too Grown Up

Jenny is clearly just too grown up for a 6-year-old 1st grader if you ask me. A couple things she informed me of this week:

-In the class picture in the post below this one, the boy wearing the soccer shirt to the left of her best friend Keri in the second row, is named Caleb. Caleb is the one who kissed her on the bus a couple months ago. She told me that you can tell in the picture that his hand is behind his back instead of at his sides like everyone else's. And that she knows this because his hand was touching Keri's B-U-T. I asked if Keri told on him, and she said, "No, it was really just a finger touching her butt, so she didn't say anything."

-Caleb also gave Jenny two love notes and a pencil this week. The love notes said I (heart) Jenny and I (heart) my wife. But Caleb also likes Keri and Hannah, so it's not just Jenny. And she doesn't like him. I asked if he's the most popular boy in her class, and she said no. Then I asked who is, and she said, "We don't have any popular boys in our class. All our boys are freaks."

-She came back from across the street at Kendall and Brittan's house a little while ago, and said, "Kendall's watching a show where somebody's mom has sex with somebody else's dad." She didn't say anything else about it, just that like she knew what it meant.

Jenny's School Pictures

Apparently Jenny was pretty much telling the truth about how she posed for school pictures a couple weeks ago. Here's the individual shot - it's the proof, so it looks a little funny.


And here's the class picture - where Jenny's looking at something not in the photo.

I was going to wait for Jenny to post the class picture, so she could tell me things to say about other kids, but she's outside, and I don't think she's coming back any time soon. Her best friend Keri is in the 2nd row in the High School musical shirt though.

Socks

I was just sitting on the bed with Reagan, and I noticed that her socks looked a little bulky. I asked her what she was storing in her socks, and after I pointed out that her answer of nothing was a lie, she revealed the Polly Pockets she's hiding in there. I thought it was a strange hiding place, but I was at least happy to learn that she didn't steal them from her friends house, which was why I originally assumed she was hiding toys in her socks!

A Cheer

I recorded this a few weeks ago, and somehow managed to forget about it until I was putting everything onto the computer from the camera.

Things to note:

-This occurs in the middle of dinner.
-Reagan can't remember how many grandmas she has.
-Jenny doesn't stop eating.
-Reagan is in her own world.
-Lee is the winner.

A Couple Recent Pictures

I just realized I hadn't posted any pictures in a while. I haven't taken too many, but here are a couple.

Reagan singing into her microphone

Jenny at gymnastics, working on a pullover.


Reagan having fun on a sled at gymnastics. I guess her teacher thought they weren't likely to get to play in real snow.


This was Jenny's school picture outfit. She was wearing a little shrug thing, too, but she took it off. She is supposedly showing me how she posed for her actual pictures. We'll see if it's true when I get them back.

Jenny's standing by me with a Limited Too catalog pointing out the things she wants. She actually says things like:

-I won't survive the summer without this.
-Don't you think these are just the cutest things for summer?
-I know the girl's not as pretty as me in that, but I just picked it out.
-That is so rock star.

Popular

This morning at gymnastics, Reagan was particularly into her plan of ignoring everything else that's going on unless there's something she wants to do. At the beginning of the year, she refused to make the jump into the big pit of foam blocks, but now that's her favorite thing, so she doesn't really do anything else. Anyway, they do circle time initially. Everyone else does what the teacher says, while Reagan sits on her shape. She came out to tell me she had to go to the bathroom today, so while I took her, I asked her why she wasn't doing what the teacher said. She said, "I'm just nervous. I mean, I'm just shy. And nervous."

I told her that was a lie, and then she said, "I'm just trying to be popular. And rich."

So I guess she's learned that popular, rich girls ignore what their teachers tell them to do.