Reagan & I are structureless these days; a lack of structure & heat always signal summer to me. I am not expected back to Delta to teach until August & the only semi-pressing issue is readying the house to sell. Admittedly it's a pressing issue because I have made it one, but that's part of what makes me so lovable; ask Trey!
*Yes, Trey & I are planning to sell our house. Trey won't let me pass out flyers at Wal-Mart yet because it's not sign-in-the-yard official (will be in a few weeks) . . . but if you know someone looking for a cute, affordable house in a great West Monroe school zone, drop me a line.*
Shameless plugging the sale of my home on my blog, but hey, it's my blog. I am not certain how often Trey reads it, but I bet I'm about to find out.
Reagan is usually patient with me while I clean out closets & clean in general. Her summer activities include:
Hanging out in her ExerSaucer where she tends to her farm
(by 'tends' I of course mean chews mercilessly on everything):
Sleeping on her obliging grandparents:
Becoming a pro at solid foods:
Getting to eat real food at the table with everyone else:
Class at church with friend Elizabeth:
Sporting her shades...
...like her daddy:
Hanging out at Newk's while mama enjoys their
tea pre-sweetened with Splenda (yes!):
Sleeping in her big bed for somewhat lengthy amounts of time:
Reagan seems to enjoy the lack of structure as much as her mama always has. Photo evidence suggests it may be genetic.