Usurped. Unseated. Dethroned Ok, that is enough synonyms and "U" words. I used to think i was hilarious. With my dry wit to off the wall craziness of composing sentences with just stray nouns and adjectives and snide sarcasm, but not anymore. Now my fourteen month old daughter, Reagan holds the throne.
It's hard to compete with someone who
comes downstairs in the morning and finds a can, empty or with a little
pop left in it on the coffee table(left by...I'm not sure). Picks it up
and carries it around. And when her Mother sees this, she tries to take
it from her and then the running begins. Pop sloshing out of the can
then the most delightful light squeal comes out of Reagan, "Eeeeeeeee"
as she runs from her Mother.
I have heard this squeal several
times and i don't think it will ever stop. One morning after her Poppa
had stayed over night for a Union meeting, Reagan got up. We could hear
her stirring. Then she saw what was in the adjacent bed. It was like
Christmas. "Eeeeee eeeee eeeeeee!" As if to say, "You! I don't remember
you sleeping there! Lets get this party going!" Of course this party had
to start at 7:00 in the morning.
The other day i was outside
with Keanan(my son), Reagan, and some neighbours kids. Keanan was in the
little plastic pool playing with Reagan circling, mayhap looking for a
good opportunity to cause mischief. Well, she thought of something.
Seeing Keanan's Crocs, she picked them up and fired them at him
screaming with glee as she did so.Good thing she isn't strong enough yet
because they fell short, but she was still thrilled at what she had
Now to actual water. For most of these little stories I
have not been present, but having the story relayed to me still makes me
laugh close to tears. While Megan(My Fiance) was draining the water
from the tub, it was quiet and we all know what quiet means when you
have children in the house. Reagan came flying around the corner with my
work phone in hand which I had left on the night stand. Apparently
things that shouldn't get wet, will get wet according to my daughters
protocol. Arm raised and eyes fixed on the tub Reagan began the
Christening of my phone, but her conscience(her Mother) stopped her.
Megan disarmed her and tossed the phone out into the hall onto some
towels. Angry and determined Reagan snatched up the phone and ran
laughing at the tub ready to set the phone on it's maiden voyage, but
Mum thwarted her again and slipped the phone into her pocket. This
enraged my daughter and she let everyone know it, but quickly cheered up
and chased something else, maybe the snake that is loose in the house.
His name is Bitey. Little did we know, especially Megan, that Reagan was
plotting her revenge.
A week or so later Megan was showering.and
this time it wasn't quiet. Reagan was up running in and out of the
bathroom opening the curtain making sure Mum was still there and
reaching in to touch the falling water which delights her to no end. When the curtain opened next Mummy's clothes were in hand. if Mum is in the shower then why not her clothes? With a stone face as if to say. "you stopped me before....." and Megans clothes went in.
there, just a tad of what hilarity goes on in my house. Not mentioning
that i have taught her to "Run! Reagan run!" when you are about to
change her diaper or clothes. Not everyone thinks that is funny though,
but Reagan sure does. Maybe i am not done being the funniest one