Another Crazy Sleeping Reagan...

I just peeked in on Reagan during her nap and this is what I found....




If you can't tell by the pictures, she has a cove behind her bed and she is sleeping in the cove under a large pile of pillows. I've seen her do this before with the pillows-- she calls it her "hole", but I never imagined she'd actually fall asleep in the "hole"!

She can be a very creative sleeper.... as documented here and here

Hello?

I did this a while back... when I wondered if anyone really read our family blog.
Now, since adding the map on the side bar, I'm REALLY curious. There are some places represented on the map that I was quite surprised by...

So, if you read this regularly, will you please comment so I can know who y'all are? I have become reacquainted with some dear old friends through the crazy world of blogging and I would love to do that more!! Also, if we don't know you personally, will you let me know how you found our blog?

Pretty please??

Thanks!

Yoga...

My sister and I tried out a Yoga class at the gym last night. Now, I've done just about every type of exercise out there.... Dance, Aerobics, Step-Aerobics (which is dangerous...), kick-boxing, karate, circuit, etc.... BUT, I had never tried Yoga. Until last night.

If you know me well, you know that there isn't much about myself that I take too seriously. Can you see where this is going??

We get started in class and sit on the floor and start our deep breathing. Our instructor said, "breath deeply in and fully expand your ribcage, then exhale and pull your navel to your spine". Okay people, try it. I'll wait.

Doesn't that feel weird?

Now she wants us to continue that pattern of breathing throughout the class, while doing other things. I found myself thinking more about whether or not I was breathing, rather than the "pose" we were supposed to be achieving. I would inhale when I was supposed to exhale and then try to fix it by breathing faster... is that not counter productive?

I learned last night that a common pose in Yoga is the "downward dog". I already found the name of this pose funny, so just imagine what happened when the instructor said (in the calm-soothing-quiet-drawn out voice)... "Okay ladies, now let's walk the dog". (I just laughed out loud typing that). My head snapped up so I could figure out what on earth she meant by "walk the dog".

Then it starts. I can feel it coming.... the quiet giggle. The giggle that used to always happen in church... where you try SO hard not to laugh and it takes all your strength to not do so. I knew I COULD NOT look at my sister or I would lose it. It took everything in me to gain self control (and act my age) and continue. And I'm glad to say that I didn't have to leave the room.

Anyhow... all in all in was a good experience and I'm sure I'll do it again... if I can maintain my self control and not giggle like a 3rd grader, that is.


*** Disclaimer-- this is my experience--- I have nothing against Yoga enthusiasts and I am not poking fun at Yoga. ***

Frogs Continued...

Ever since our original frog episode we have had a frog visitor to our dining room window almost every single day. It's the craziest thing! Reagan has named all the different frogs too. The original frog is "Jazzy" (he's all green), and now we have "baby Jazzy" (a tiny version of the original frog), "Cedric" (dark green with black stripes/spots), "baby Cedric" (small version of big Cedric-- pictured below), and now "Murphy" (light green, almost yellow). We've yet to see "baby Murphy".

Checking for frogs at the window has become a part of our daily routine. We have a new path through the dining room.... around the table and pass by the window. We love our new friends, but haven't a clue where they come from! We do have a neighborhood retention pond, but it's on the other side of the road and down the street. It would be quite a jaunt for a baby frog!

Regardless.... if they didn't camp at our window, I would never have a chance to get crazy pictures like this one!

We did it!

The "Puyallup" that is.

It's fair time around here... and for those of us that live here, it really just means more traffic and lots of strange people in town.

But really, we had a great time this year! And this is the first year that Reagan got to ride the rides! She was pretty pumped to say the least... lots of laughter and no fear at all!

The giant slide was our favorite...

We love this picture of Asher and Reagan driving the car.... because, really, it sums them up perfectly! Asher, totally focused on the task at hand, is driving this car with the focus of a Nascar champion. Reagan is looking around-- one hand on the wheel, checking out the scenery and waving at Daddy. So stinkin' funny!

Ian had a very different opinion of the fair.

September 11th

Arachnophobia

I have a real, serious phobia. I'm not kidding. I've tried to get beyond it mentally, but everytime I encounter one of these creatures, I can feel my heart rate go up and I start sweating.

So imagine my pulse count when my nephew arrived this morning and told me that there was a HUGE spider hanging from the gutter outside my front door.

It has been an hour and I've been to the front door more times than I can count to make sure I can still see it. You see, if I can see it at the front door, that means it is NOT inside my house. If I don't blog anymore after this, it's because this thing has eaten me.