Calm down Reagan!
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| We got a few inches of snow on Saturday morning and sub zero temps! |
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| OK I’m smiling now take the photo I’m ffffreezing my ass off here! |
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| That’s better Snug as a Bug in a Rug! |
We took Reagan to see Santa today and saw Rudolf and gave him our wish lists we just need to keep our fingers crossed now!
Where did 2 years go and how much has happened in those 2 years?
I remember meeting Jamie at Manchester airport 15th December 2008 knowing it was THEE biggest thing she could ever do, a leap of faith with all the faith in me….the person I told her I was and actually was online?
4500 miles with everything she owns in the world in 3 bags she turned up at arrivals hugged me and we went “home” 21 Hubert Drive, Middlewich!
I remember vividly Jamie lying there on my bed (yes my bed) crying saying “What have I done? I miss my mom!”
We went out that night because I had a pool match, and she met loads of people but probably wanted to curl up in bed and cry some more….?
The last two years have made my life complete! I never knew I needed or wanted what I have today but I knew I wanted Jamie and I think she wanted me but we were 4500 miles apart yet talking more than I was talking to anyone….ever here in England!
I sit here today with Jamie! I always feel like I should apologise to all the people who know her back in America because she is so much fun to be with 24 hours a day 7 days a week and I know I have stolen that light from all of your lives….
She is happy though Reagan is her life and she would give up her life for her, that said she is 29 years old and wants to get “PISSED!” out of her face on her 30th birthday and rip it up as a ‘last hooorarrr?’ not sure what a last hooorarrr is but after it she wants another baby!
Oh my!
I love Jamie with all my heart and she is the best momma Reagan could ever have. Two years ago I never knew this is where we would be but I love it with all my heart. Evrey single day we belly laugh through life and \i think Reagan gets that!
I LOVE YOU JAMIE!
After a couple of tough weeks of teething this morning Reagan’s first front top tooth burst into view, I say tough but she has been a trooper throughout aided in most part by mommy and dad did his bit too! Just hope she doesn’t start with another until next year.
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| Don’t lick the window…you window licker! |
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| The REAL Santa Claus came to visit last night! |
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| “Santa Claus this is Reagan Grace and she’s been a good girl, please come back on the 25th with some presents!” |
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| “Santa, who?” “I’m not sure ma, he has to earn my love like everyone else!” “Oh I think he will in a couple of weeks, Reagan!” |
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| “Ah, I know him but why is he dressed weird?” |
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Every year the Middlewich Round Table travel all over Middlewich on the nights before Christmas so the kids can see Santa. I remember when I was a kids seeing him so they’ve been doing it for ages!
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| I love bathtime |
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| Oooo camera, look cute! |
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| …even cuter! |
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| Mom whats dad done to me ‘fro? |
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| “That’s my girl, and I love her!” NICE DO LITTLE DUDE |
Everything under control Reagan playing with a box full of toys in front of the babysitter or as its commonly known CBEEBies, lamb in the oven along with parsnips roasting a pan full of taters on the stove coming nicely to boil and about to pour boiling water over the sprouts (I know sprouts and it not christmas? She’s American all rules go out the window!) and the time hit 18:30 time for Reagan to start snacking so I go in to her and collect up all her toys and notice an aroma?
It couldn’t be coming from beautiful angelic little bundle of niceness that is The Reaganator….could it?
So I placed my hands under her out stretched arms to lift her in to my bosom (errr well you know what I mean….I hope?) and immediately felt a warm moisture squelch through my fingers NOOOOOOOOO!
Having already plunged me hands in, I stuck with it and lifted her up and carried her upstairs to the bathroom knowing this was going to be a bad one. Now at over 23lbs its tough going carrying her with my arms straight out in front of me but that wasn’t as bad as the smell jeez. All the way up the stairs she was smiling and giggling as if nothing mattered in the world, nothing probably did in her world because dad will sort it!
So I get her upstairs and lay her in the bath, wash me hands and dash downstairs to check tea wouldn’t ruin for 10 minutes and then dashed back upstairs, grabbing wipes and bags from the bedroom returning to a confused but happy Reagan laying where I left her. Assessing the situation it was clear there was no way of avoiding putting my hands in poop once again as there was now poop coming out of her collar at the back….
Standing Reagan up and getting her to hold on to the side of the bath I began the task of removing her clothes, trousers first were easy as the poop went up not down. The sleeved top was OK too although we were both now covered, then I lifted the back of her onesy and the full extent of my task became apparent. I crashed straight in and began to wipe as much of it away before attempting to take off the onesy, in the end once her arms were out of it I just dragged it over her head while she held on to the bath smiling and wondering what all the fuss was about? I was trying to smile to show there was no problem but all the while wanting to gag!
Once naked I wiped the remnants of the poop from her body then laid her on a towel by the bath so I could wash away the poop and fill the bath up with warm water for her bath, all the while singing and smiling trying not to spook Reagan, then dashing down stairs to check tea wasn’t burning.
When the bath was lovely and toasty warm with loads of suds, it was time to wash her off and Reagan loves bathtime so she was happy, it just wasn’t as fun for me as it usually is because of the dirty nappy, clothes and wipes in the basin right by me nose.
An unexpected sound was then heard by both of us from downstairs “Eh up, dudes?” mommy was home wondering where her family was as she was climbing the stairs, and she showed real concern as she popped her head around the bathroom door by bursting out laughing?
“Thanks Dude! 🙁 “
…and that was it, after that we worked as a team to bathe and dress her and clean up the mess then finish making tea, which wasn’t bad all things considered!
My memory of the whole incident will be the sight of an undigested raisin on the back of Reagan’s neck, having passed through her body exiting aft and almost travelling externally back to source (#GAGS#) I don’t think I will ever eat a scone again!
I noticed last night that even though we had the heating on all night Reagan’s room was cold and while I sat there in the dark with me arm over the cot side and Reagan laying on her side gripping my thumb and little finger tightly as a comforter while she drifted off to sleep again. May I point out here that it was 00:45 and this was the second time she’d woken up which is the norm last couple of nights but we do have a toof about to burst through from her top gum at the front so its probably that.
Any road round back to what I noticed, I sat there shivering and there was a towel over the radiator drying which had sapped all the heat not allowing it to radiate around the room. All our radiators are always covered in washing and we probably use a ton more gas trying to heat the house because of this, and we always say we should buy a drier but something always comes up and we always say maybe next month!
Well I sat there and decided that in the January sales or as they’re better known nowadays ‘the day after christmas because shops can’t wait till January any more sales we HAVE to buy a drier because the three of us create a lot of washing and until April time we will won’t be able to dry anything other than on radiators. So thats it we hit the shops this month not next month and we will buy that drier…..that does mean I have to tidy the garage again and install a double socket to power both the beer fridge and the new drier but I’ll worry about that when it arrives but don’t tell Jamie
By the way once Reagan has drifted off again in the night its tricky but not impossible to wriggle free of her vice like grip without waking her and creep back to bed for a few hours sleep before I wake to find her and mommy snoring next to me and wonder how the…what the aw well it’s only 6am we have another hour or so…arrhhhhh! Snuggle Snuggle!
Back to work today full of the joys of….well cold frosty winter boo! At least its dry!
Reagan and myself feeling a lot better yesterday as you probably saw from the video’s I posted both of us went through the mill for a while but we’re back I think. Yesterday was more recovery for me than actually being ill, I felt so weak when I got up I decided not to go to work but after a hearty breakfast of a piece of toast a cup of coffee (which Jamie said was the worst thing I should be drinking?) two soluble co-codamol and some lucazade I began to feel better and gain some energy again!
Once I ate the rest of Jamie’s delicious chicken noodle soup and some bread I felt OK and by the time it Jamie needed to go to work it was decided Reagan should still go to nannies. As time went on I felt so guilty at sitting there feeling quite all right actually I got up and did a bit of tidying around the house to sort of pay Jamie back for being so useless for the past 36 hours. By the time she arrived home I had managed to tidy the whole house and prepare a nice tea for us all even though I was exhausted again.
After tea, again I was feeling better realising that all I needed to was eat to feel better and once Reagan was asleep Jamie and me relaxed and watched TV then went to bed…..wow I always used finish off every story I ever wrote like that when I was infants and junior school and before anyone says anything I mean “and then we went home and went to bed” and before anyone asks why I ommitted watching TV it wasn’t because they weren’t invented back then, ya cheeky b…….!
Reagan never really changed a great deal throughout just maybe a little more needy perhaps even though her rashes looked angry and her belly was in turmoil. Mommy and me would have done anything to make her better but time and a bit of extra loving from mommy did the trick
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| Reagan & me still in our ‘jamas at midday but feeling a little better! |