Daddy, Ian and Reagan playing....
Oops... Reagan got a little too close to the "hair grabber".
Grandpa running in the rain with Reagan and Asher...
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Monday, February 26, 2007
Lysol, please!!!
We, The Draper Family, need some Lysol. I think I will just go to the store and buy every form of cleaner, antibacterial wipe, and Lysol spray I can find.
We have just spent the past week with the flu. (And the week before that with Strep Throat, but that's another story).
The real deal flu. Not the stomach flu that I always think of when someone says "flu", but the influenza that you constantly hear about this time of year. We have the nasal swab test to prove it.
Here's the thing. We have NEVER gotten this "flu" thing before and it will forever be my prayer that we don't get it again. Ever. We have been to the doctor 4 times in the past week. I really like all the people at our doctor's office, but I don't care to see them that much. No offense to them, but seriously.
We are all doing much better now, Praise God. He was so faithful to give us strength when we needed it and force us to rest when we needed to.
As a Mom, the hardest part for me were the moments when I felt so weak that I couldn't fathom taking care of the kids. This verse is what got me through those moments:
2 Cor 12:9
But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me.
We have just spent the past week with the flu. (And the week before that with Strep Throat, but that's another story).
The real deal flu. Not the stomach flu that I always think of when someone says "flu", but the influenza that you constantly hear about this time of year. We have the nasal swab test to prove it.
Here's the thing. We have NEVER gotten this "flu" thing before and it will forever be my prayer that we don't get it again. Ever. We have been to the doctor 4 times in the past week. I really like all the people at our doctor's office, but I don't care to see them that much. No offense to them, but seriously.
We are all doing much better now, Praise God. He was so faithful to give us strength when we needed it and force us to rest when we needed to.
As a Mom, the hardest part for me were the moments when I felt so weak that I couldn't fathom taking care of the kids. This verse is what got me through those moments:
2 Cor 12:9
But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me.
Thursday, February 15, 2007
The thought process of an almost 3 year old.
We have a new garbage can in the kitchen-- the metal kind that you step on and the lid opens. All of Reagan's life, the garbage has been hidden under the kitchen sink, but in this house the sink is too deep and therefore the itty bitty little garbage can we've been trying to make work just isn't cutting it. Needless to say, the new "toy" in the kitchen has been the topic of many spirited discussions since we bought it on Monday night. So... last night Reagan decided to take a perfectly clean cup from her drawer in the kitchen and put it in the garbage can. I was in the kitchen when she did it and quickly rescued it from the nastiness that is a garbage can and started this following conversation....
Me: "Reagan... this is a good, clean cup. It is not garbage. Please do not put things like this in the garbage can."
Reagan: "Okay, Mommy"
Now... that was WAY too easy. So I decided to emphasize the point.
Me (holding the perfectly clean cup): "Reagan... tell me... is this cup garbage?"
Reagan: "Yes!"
Me: "No it isn't Reagan, this is a clean cup. Again... is this garbage?"
Reagan: "Yes! It is garbage, Mommy!"
Me: "No... it isn't. It is a clean cup! (at this point I'm wondering if she'll ever get it-- or if she totally gets it and is just pushing my buttons) Reagan... is THIS CUP garbage? (violently shaking my head no)
Reagan: "Yes! Mommy, it is just CLEAN garbage!!!"
(Sean quickly exits the room at this point laughing hysterically)
Okay, I give.
Me: "Reagan... this is a good, clean cup. It is not garbage. Please do not put things like this in the garbage can."
Reagan: "Okay, Mommy"
Now... that was WAY too easy. So I decided to emphasize the point.
Me (holding the perfectly clean cup): "Reagan... tell me... is this cup garbage?"
Reagan: "Yes!"
Me: "No it isn't Reagan, this is a clean cup. Again... is this garbage?"
Reagan: "Yes! It is garbage, Mommy!"
Me: "No... it isn't. It is a clean cup! (at this point I'm wondering if she'll ever get it-- or if she totally gets it and is just pushing my buttons) Reagan... is THIS CUP garbage? (violently shaking my head no)
Reagan: "Yes! Mommy, it is just CLEAN garbage!!!"
(Sean quickly exits the room at this point laughing hysterically)
Okay, I give.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Precious friends...
Silly boy...
Sunday, February 04, 2007
Comments anyone?
A friend of mine just did this and I thought it was a great idea....
I would love to know who reads our blog. So... if you read this on a regular basis, would you consider leaving a comment?
We'd love to know you're out there!
I would love to know who reads our blog. So... if you read this on a regular basis, would you consider leaving a comment?
We'd love to know you're out there!
The Little Gym
We had Reagan's Little Gym "Show" last week... fun! She loves her Little Gym class and has grown so much in it. She has been going to Little Gym since she was 4 months old and therefore it feels like she has grown up there! Her show day is a chance to demonstrate some of the skills she has just learned and those that she has now mastered. Daddy stayed home from work to come and she loved having him there! At the end of the class she was presented (along with the rest of her classmates) with a medal. They do such a wonderful job of making each kid feel special. Way to go Reagan!! We are so proud of you!
Here are some pictures of the highlights...
Daddy & Reagan under the parachute
Forward roll on the high beam!Daddy & Reagan under the parachute
Pull-over to a front support with Reagan's teacher Ms Morgan (she's fantastic!)
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