Give your kid this book:
I actually got this book for Reagan for Christmas two years ago when she was into the Diary of a Wimpy Kid books. She found it again recently (it’s amazing what happens when you thoroughly clean your room). She had previously completed some of the pages in pencil, so she erased it and filled in her FINAL answers with pen. I learned some interesting things when I looked through the book (besides the fact that Reagan has amazing handwriting – I already knew that).
I’d never heard of the song “The A Team” – but I have now and I know that Reagan loves it. I have no idea why she picked The Avengers as her top movie she’d take with her on a desert island. Or Shrek or Scooby Doo for that matter. But it’s written in pen, so she can’t change her mind now.
This page was hilarious too. Her favorite animal is an owl, but with “all bears” in parentheses? And she likes the owl because it’s fly-y. And a bear because it’s huggable.
I’m thinking she doesn’t quite know what an adjective is. Or maybe I just don’t get it. Cabin Fever probably is “describabal.” And The Avengers is definitely “Hulky.”
I know that the catchphrase “Hey, you wanna gummy bear?” would certainly annoy me in the future. And wearing patterned socks.
I guess she’ll have servants in her dream house. And McDonald’s. Sounds perfect.
And guess what? I guess that will be my dream house too since she never plans to move out of our house.
Reagan never fails to amuse me with the things she writes, so I thought I’d share with you, too.Read More
My girls haven’t been quite as obsessed with decorating the house in handmade decorations for Halloween this year as they were last year (note: you’re going to want to look at last year’s insanity, for Dr. Dre and “felling Halloweeny”), but there’s still a surprise here and there like this one:
What we do have at our this year is this little pumpkin that Reagan got on a field trip to a local pumpkin patch:
I happen to like his twisty stem. But Reagan wrote a whole story about this pumpkin for school.
I know you can read her perfect handwriting if you want to, but I’ll type it out here in case you don’t feel like blowing up the picture.
My favorite part of our field trip was going to pick out our pumpkins. It was hard because I wanted to get a perfect pumpkin. Before he told us to go pick it out I was looking at one and while I was standing there I decided it was perfect, but sadly when he let us go, someone else got it. So I got a not so perfect one that was covered with warts but I still put it on my porch.
We have to keep bringing it inside because Brinky is trying to destroy it, but isn’t it cute? This story came home with some schoolwork yesterday, and I just love it.
And completely unrelated, a bonus cute boy picture:
Because why would you sit in a high chair when you can stand on it?
Reagan walked into the room a few minutes ago and informed me that she’s made a to-do list for the next 3 years of her life:
I’ll write it out for you in case you can’t read it.
1. Get guitar
2. Turn 9
3. Learn to play guitar
4. School ends
5. School starts
6. Get keyboard
7. Turn 10
8. Get my own room
9. Turn 11
10. Win 6 spelling bees
She did inform us that the list doesn’t necessarily have to happen in this order, except for obviously turning ages 9, 10, and 11. So we can get her the keyboard earlier if we want to.
I’m glad she also put convenient check boxes beside each item so she can check them off when they’re accomplished.
She’s going to have a busy few years. So will we.Read More
I found this one the floor outside the girls’ bedroom this morning:
I’m not sure why that girl isn’t wearing her glasses, or what the tornado beside her was, but I’m glad Reagan knows that smart is cool. She’s kind of ready for back to school.
(Also, we don’t understand why Reagan always draws eyes looking suspiciously to the side like this, but she does.)Read More
I brought Reagan and Brinkley by my office to show them off when I was off on Monday. (Brinkley only showed off the fact that he could eat an entire mini muffin, paper and all, but that’s a different story.)
Reagan was very excited about going in my office and sitting at my desk.
I took a picture because I thought she was so cute, and then when I looked at it I was distracted by the horrible mess that is my desk, and my office in general. I would like you to know that I have cleaned my desk – sort of (I made neat piles) – since that day. Sometimes I hope that my general messiness won’t be a trait that I pass on to my kids, but the state of their room leads me to believe it might be. But I swear it’s not actually genetic because my mom’s house has always been incredibly neat and clean.
Linking up with Greta and Julie:
Reagan had a terrible nightmare last week that inspired me to write this tweet:
To ease Reagan’s fears I just had to say: I promise not to turn into metal. Non-bulletproof metal. She said: You can’t know the future.
— Katie Eure (@euregirlsandboy) May 4, 2012
She struggles with nightmares (like her dad). And I try to ease her fears. This nightmare in particular? I felt safe in telling her there’s no way it could happen in real life. But I told her it would make a good story, so maybe she should write it down. She actually has a dream journal to help her write down her dreams and maybe not be as scared of them, but of course she’s lost it in the black hole that is the girls’ room. So she went off to write it, and came back with this:
She was unable to remove those old Halloween related notes she’d written on the front of this fancy clipboard. Here’s what you find when you look inside:
She wrote the story. In case you don’t want to enlarge that picture and read the story in her incredibly neat handwriting (with my big shadow over the top of it because I had some excellent cell phone photography today), I’ve typed it out:
One day there were two royal parents. When they were little they were cursed and every Halloween night there would more of a chance that they would die. One Halloween they were turned to medal and they were small. The Halloween after that their 20 year old daughter had a baby and the daughter knew about the curse so that Halloween she hid them under a blanket and someone climbed in the window and shot the royal parents and the daughter was sad the rest of her life. The End!
It is kind of sad, but I don’t think it’s something she should really worry about happening to us. Especially since we’re not royals. I made the mistake of telling her that her dad and her aunt would probably enjoy the story. She said, “Enjoy?! How could they enjoy it? It’s sad.” She’s a cool girl.