Three

Already? Can it be? My dear sweet angelic baby has turned into a whining screaming toddler. How is it that we never consider these things before getting pregnant? Nonetheless, she is still a sweetheart. A girl after my own heart, if I do say so myself. And - quite apparently - hair after my own hair as well. To be totally honest, hers is much more beautiful than mine with that gorgeous curl in it. I do hope it lasts, but I'm terrified that it is simply toddler curl. I have made a vow to never cut it. Ever. And I hide the scissors in the house from my children. All of them. I have heard so many horror stories about toddlers and hair and scissors all rolled into one. And I don't want to be a part of them. Not even once.

I digress.

This weekend we went to the Grace on Wings aviation festival and hog roast. The kids had a blast and I think I lost at least 8 lbs in sweat.

Unfortunately, I've gained it all back since then. Darn taste buds.

Reagan was being her typical happy...then whiny....then excited....then tantrum-throwing self. I skipped taking pictures of the tantrum. They're just not cute in the moment, ya know?





Reagan has a serious love for balloons





Which made the loss of this one all the more traumatic.





She's all grown up and ready to fly now.



She told me she'd be back soon and that she would miss me.


But then she threw a tantrum and I grounded her from flying.



Maybe next year. If she behaves.