Today Reagan is 8 months old.
It's been a pretty ho-hum Saturday compared to last Saturday's mall trip & birthday celebration.
Had a little breakfast:
Did our morning mobility routine:
Hung out in our bed a little:
Flashed our new face:
Contemplated Texas A&M joining the SEC:
And gnawed on a pear that was grown on Reagan's Great Uncle Thomas' pear tree:
As I post this, it's about 7:30 & I'm in my nightgown, face washed for bed. Reagan & Sophie are both snoozing, & Trey is watching the DVDs of Dallas he recently ordered (I overheard him exclaim "Uh-oh. J.R. kissed Pam!"). Between Reagan hitting the 8 month mark, the rain & cooler temps, & reliving Southfork's glory days, we've had all the excitement we can handle in one day. Maybe next Saturday we'll delve into one of life's important questions with Reagan: Who shot J.R.?