Thanks to the help of Auntie Crystal, I am finally figuring out how this blogging thing works and how to upload photos.Reagan must be entering the "Terrible Twos" a bit early as last night we had our first ever horrible restuarant experience. I am so sorry Julie.... Anyway, nothing I could do made Reagan happy and by the end all she did was sit on the floor and cry. After about 45 minutes, I had to leave. I guess it is the age, but the little diva was making it known that she was not happy. She has a tendency now to throw her pacifier when she does not get her way, as well as her sippy cup, her silverware, her crayons and whatever else is in front of her. I hope this stage passes quickly because my perfect angel doesn't seem so perfect anymore. Any advice for me would be welcomed!
We also found out that Reagan's Uncle Brett cut his foot surfing yesterday. He is OK, but she hopes he gets better soon!
She also hopes daddy gets back from his trip soon too. Last night, he was on the speaker phone and Reagan just sat in front of the refridgerator and cried the whole time he talked to her. Then the first thing she said this morning was "Where's Daddy?"
Time to "go, go, go."
Reagan's mom
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