Sunday, June 12, 2011

memorial day 2011

So I know it's already been a few weeks since Memorial Day, but Keith and I had such a good, low-key time with the kids that I couldn't go without posting. I'll just prepare you ahead of time: there will be a lot of pictures and not a lot of words.

Reagan is in love with the tutu that her Aunt Beth made for her. She still asks (aka grunts) to wear it on an almost daily basis.

We started the afternoon with some drawing on the sidewalk.

The lovely folks who live behind us seems to enjoy shooting bee bees (sp?) into our yard so Luke spent some time hunting for them.

I love these two goofy kids.

Luke loves to convince Keith to race him and it tends to be a tight race. Luke is fast! Reagan and I love to be the cheerleaders.

Reagan was so enthralled with watching the birds fly overhead. I think she was secretly disappointed that they didn't wave back.

One of the sprinklers in the grass was acting up and Luke and Reagan were more than happy to help out.

Like I said earlier, we didn't do anything special, didn't attend any party, but just got to spend some quality time together. 

our very own disney princess

This was written while we were still at Disney. I wanted to make sure that Reagan knows years from now that this is what she did.

Last night we thought it would be fabulous for Luke to get a chance to see the fireworks show at Disney. He’s never really had the chance to see any fireworks before, not even the Independence Day ones. He’s just never been old enough. Our only hiccup to our plan was Reagan. She’d take such good naps in her stroller already that we thought it wouldn’t be an issue, and you know what? She was such a trooper through the fireworks. She really never even flinched through the entire show. I was so panicked about the whole thing and it worked out perfectly.
Until she woke up on our walk back out to our shuttle to the hotel. She had enough rest to be awake and perky, but when it came time to actually go to sleep for real, things went wrong. Very wrong. Screaming, kicking, wailing Reagan reared her ugly head until 2am. She wasn’t hungry. She wasn’t thirsty. She didn’t want to be held. She didn’t want to be on her own. She was over tired, worn out, over stimulated Reagan.
So now I sit here in the hotel room with her the next night as  she sleeps peacefully in her pack and play while Luke and Keith enjoy the fireworks show at California Adventures. I think this will be the best solution for everyone.