MJ

Oh. My. God. I’m so excited! I just purchased tickets to Michael Jackson The Immortal Cirque du Soleil! I can’t wait!

The legend lives on indeed.

Walt Disney World here we come!!!

We will soon (78 days actually…but who is counting) be heading to the happiest place on earth. I don’t know who is more excited- Reagan or ME! So I want to ask- do any of you have advice or tips for us? Are there any Disney World must dos, or don’ts for that matter, for my sweet little princess?

Stop hammer time...

Oh no. I am not kidding.

I think I want my next car to be…wait for it…a minivan! But not just any minivan. It has to be this one-

The back seats recline! How awesome is that?!

Bodie would so leave me.

our little ballerina

Enjoy!

horns down, thumbs up

This weekend at Ray’s dance studio (Lonestar Dance is ahhh-mazing!) they had their free day of dance. The Texas Pom Squad was there to perform. Reagan was so confused. She loved seeing the pretty girls dance with their pom-poms, but she also knew she was not supposed to like the longhorns. Bodie went to A&M. He was in the Corps. He’s a die-hard Aggie! So yes, I admit it- we have totally brainwashed our four year old. When it was time to take pictures with the girls, they told Ray to put her horns up. Ray then explained to them that we put our horns down (& she showed them how) & our thumbs up. They told her it would be okay to do it just this once for pictures. Reagan’s daddy, however, was not so sure about that. Well when we got home, Reagan went & grabbed her pom poms, ran in to the living room & introduced herself as a longhorn cheerleader. She was cheering go longhorns & put your horns up!
UH-OH.

Bathroom make-over

Reagan’s bathroom, which is also our spare bathroom, was so white & boring. I decided to get a new shower curtain, paint & put up new décor. I’m quite proud of myself. I did this all on my own, including all the painting. It’s the first time I’ve painted a room all by myself. Now that I’ve done it (& did a great job if I do say so myself!), I’m ready to tackle the rest of the house!

My favorite!

I made this!

Revenge

Revenge. I love this show! I have been watching it from the beginning & it’s one of those shows I want to go on & on & on.
Watch it!

Fireman Aiden turns the big 3!

Our crazy Aiden turned 3 New Years Eve. Happy birthday little dude!

Christmas Day 2011

I hope each of you had a very merry Christmas!

Way too much fun.

BTW

If you need any gift ideas for me, I would really like this Nikon 1. Thanks in advance!

Busy, Busy, Busy, Busy

Thursday night was the Christmas program at Ray’s preschool. As always, this was absolutely adorable! Friday night was my work Christmas party. Very entertaining.

Saturday night I took Kate to see The Nutcracker. She had never been before. That just seems wrong that the girl had never seen The Nutcracker! She loved it!

Sunday night Mutti, Kyra, Reagan, & I saw Beauty & the Beast. It was so good! Reagan really enjoyed it. When my girl hears music, though, she just can’t help herself. She was dancing & spinning & most likely driving everyone around us crazy. I asked her at one point to sit down. She told me that she couldn’t. She said, “I have to dance!”

5...4...2...1

Where has my sweet little Reagan gone? She has been sick so I’m sure her not feeling well is what is causing her to act like such a stinker. But she is driving me just a little bit crazy. Nothing I say even fazes her anymore. I used to be able to say (in my best serious mom voice), “Reagan Lynae Warren!” & that would get her attention. Now when I say that, she rolls her eyes. Well actually she hasn’t fully mastered the eye roll, so it’s more like a head roll & moving her eyes back & forth real fast. The roll is usually followed by a big sigh & a “whatever”. I also used to be able to do the countdown. But now when I say 5…she quickly says, “4 – 2 – 1 – Blastoff!” She forgets that 3 every single time. I, by the way, never have ended that by saying blastoff. She is a mess! She’s lucky she’s so darn cute.

Hallelujah!

Hey. If any of you are looking for any last-minute gift ideas for me, I have one. I'd like Frank Shirley, my boss, right here tonight. I want him brought from his happy holiday slumber over there on Melody Lane with all the other rich people and I want him brought right here...with a big ribbon on his head! And I want to look him straight in the eye, and I want to tell him what a cheap, lying, no-good, rotten, four-flushing, low-life, snake-licking, dirt-eating, inbred, overstuffed, ignorant, blood-sucking, dog-kissing, brainless, dickless, hopeless, heartless, fat-ass, bug-eyed, stiff-legged, spotty-lipped, worm-headed sack of monkey shit he is! Hallelujah! Holy shit! Where's the Tylenol?

Thanks Clark W. Griswold!