Bless YOU, and the horse you rode in on!
My Uncle Paul got Riley Kate this pink horse for Christmas, and we knew it would be a big hit from the moment she opened it. She ripped the paper off of the box and screamed, "OH WOW!" about a hundred times and then actually THREW herself on top of the box. She had reached toy nirvana. It was surprising, given that we had absolutely no clue that she had even WANTED a horse, let alone a flourescent pink horse with a purple mane and purple wheels instead of hooves. Go figure.
Anyway, Connor, Ror and Riley Kate (I was going to say "all of the kids" before I realized that those three no longer comprise "all" of the kids) spend more time playing with this horse than all of their other toys that they've ever owned, combined. Today was no exception, but the game was so bizarre. I *think* Riley Kate was supposed to be some sort of travelling holy person or something, and she would scoot around whooping like a cowgirl and then do a laying of hands on Connor, Ror and some dolls, and then they would pray. My kids are so weird. But they were playing nicely, and I guess it helps her to learn her prayers if she listens to the boys saying them, so I just ignored their strange little game and let them carry on.
Reagan, bless her little heart, has entered a growth spurt, and I'm so excited, I could spit. Apparently, this growth spurt is just EXHAUSTING her. Last night she nursed for an hour and a half (that's not the part I'm particularly excited or thrilled about, but whatever) and then slept from 11pm to 5:30 am!!! Then she woke up, nursed ferociously as though she were about to starve to death, and then conked out again for another three hours. GOD BLESS AMERICA!
Besides being the "supply" side of the supply and demand relationship that Reagan and I have, I have been spending any free time honing my comedic skills. I've always wanted to be funny, and now I've found my niche-- entertaining Rory. If I figure out something that makes him laugh, I can repeat it ten thousand times, and he laughs just as hysterically on the 500th repetition as on the first. You should see him chortling at my rendition of "Tainted Love." It's not just a comedy show, it's a MUSICAL comedy show, and though it has only been reviewed by one person, I can assure you, it's been very well received.
Riley Kate seems to have given up on mauling "Baby Bacon" and now totes around her own doll (also coincidentally named Baby Bacon), whom she breastfeeds, burps, and to whom she even administers her own pretend version of baby Zantac when plastic Baby Bacon has a reflux episode. Connor and Ror are still pretty into the REAL baby and are completely willing to beat the snot out of each other in an effort to be the first to make it to my bedroom in the morning and be the first to ask to hold her.
Oh, and I'm pregnant again.
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JUST KIDDING! Thought everyone might be in the winter doldrums, so I thought I'd get everyone's blood pumping again. Have a great day!
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