Attachment

Sometimes Reese becomes too attached to something.

This is her favorite blanket. Yes, she had to bring it into the bath with her.

She knows we don't like it when she plays on the computers. But she likes it so much that she doesn't like it when we play with our computers, either. Once she put her toy computer up on the desk next to my computer and crawled into my lap. I thought it was cute that she wanted to be like mommy, until she put my hands on her computer and began pounding away at my real, more expensive one.

Reese's winter books came with these felt inserts for extra warmth. It also makes it easy to get her feet into the boots if you put these on first because the fabric helps her feet slide right in. One Sunday before church, she brought her boots over for me to put on her. I figured, why not?

I quickly realized that she didn't want the boots at all, just the felt inserts. She wouldn't let us take them off or put the boots on so that's what she wore to church. I was surprised at how many adults complimented her footwear. They weren't even being sarcastic about it. Since it's the non-complete item that got the attention, maybe next time we'll just dress her in some underclothes. Like in this photo, without the dress.

Phones

The bowl phone

The Lego Duplo Phone

The sock phone

Toilet Seat

Reese has recently discovered that she can lift up the toilet seat. I told Will so that we would both be aware and watch out for it. She's pretty good about closing it by herself when we catch her in the act.

However, today she pretended to throw up into the toilet bowl. I'm still not sure what to make of that.

Reading

In our "Marriage and Family" Sunday School class, one of the things we talked about was reading to your children. I think it's also important just to read. They'll follow suit.

Remote Control Phone

The window air conditioner remote phone

The DVD player remote phone

The Ipod Nano Phone

Second Pregnancy

I haven't been blogging because I've been way too busy feeling miserable. I'll admit that it is a little more difficult being pregnant and taking care of a little one at the same time, but Reese seems to have a sweet nurturing instinct. Whenever I'm crouched over the toilet emptying my stomach, she runs in at the sound, rubs my arm gently, and looks at me with a concerned expression that rivals any I've seen by an adult. She doesn't go back to play until I've rinsed my mouth and told her I'm okay, usually after a hug.

Once I was laying in bed for most of the day and I figured she would want to go play with Daddy, but she spent most of the time just cuddling with me and entertaining me with her antics.

I don't know how I got so lucky.