Who is the mother here?

Reagan is both a free spirit and a wise soul. Sometimes I look at her and I have to ask myself if, possibly, long before this life existed, she was perhaps older and wiser than me. I like to think that she took care of me, and we laughed at the idea that I was actually going to be her mother, changing her diapers, and teaching her the ABCs, and not the other way around. Although she is spunky and very, very funny, she has this sweet countenance that shines through on even her "naughtiest" days.
She loves secrets, and will whisper the most sort-of-non-sensical-but-sweetest-things-you've-ever-heard that just make my heart melt.
"Hey mommy. I need to love your heart."
"Um...probably you and me are a princess and Jesus is in the temple."
I love that, despite her lacking vocabulary, she expresses herself so well.

She has grown really close to my Grandma Pratt lately. Grandma Pratt calls herself "Grandma Great" which, logically, translated into Reagan language, is "Grandpa Grape." We were even eating grapes the other day, and she asked me if they were from Grandma Grape's house. This bond that have formed between them could not have come at a better time. I truly believe that children sense things that they couldn't have possibly known otherwise. If I was a skeptic before, Reagan has made me a believer that even the "littlest" folk have insight on many of the deepest and most serious situations that occur in life. My grandma has been having serious health issues (she is doing a lot better now, thank goodness), and literally the week that we found out about them all, Reagan started explaining to me, in her words, what was wrong with Grandma Grape. She got an old doll out of my cedar chest that my grandma made for me years and years ago and has been sleeping with it since. She won't let go of it. She has asked to go visit Grandma Grape every single day, and the last time we did (right after she had surgery), Reagan just wanted to lay next to her in bed and hold her hand. It is a beautiful thing when souls connect beyond just our day-to-day earthly relationships, and I feel priveleged to get to watch it happen between these two.

I had to share these pictures that Reagan drew. She drew them in the bath, so, sadly, I will not get to tuck them away into her baby book. I thought I would take pictures before I washed them off of the tub walls. However, I just can't get myself to do it yet. So precious. I am so excited for her that she is starting to be able to really draw faces and people, with eyes, noses, mouths, hair, arms, legs, and yes, even bums...all of the important body parts. =)
The whole masterpiece:

"Mommy" (with all of her body parts)...see the cute arms and legs?

The bigger one is Reagan, and the little one is Sissy. Notice her little arm reaching out to hug Reagan? How cute is that? It's even cuter when you're having it explained to you. =)

I got punk'd

Someone played a mean trick on me today. The alarm on my phone went off, as it does every morning, and I hit snooze, as I do every morning. But, before I could fall back into that uncomfortable, in-and-out of consciousness, knowing that I have to get up any minute now anyway because my kids will need me, sleep....the date caught my attention. September 27th...the 27th...Sissy was born on March 27th. That means sissy is...gasp...6 months old?! This isn't happening to me!
My NEWBORN all of the sudden turned 6 months old. In the blink of an eye. I should have known better; all of the signs were there. She is a rolling, scooting, sitting pro. She gobbles up her baby food and growls for more. She coos, she squeals, she laughs at everything her big sister does...and yet, I could have sworn she was only a few weeks old. Like I said, someone must have played a mean trick on me. Oh well, she is pretty dang cute no matter how old she may or may not be.
Tonight, right before her bedtime, we were doing our nurse-burp-cuddle routine. Jason hadn't yet left for work, and was sitting next to us. Sissy's eyes were getting heavy, and she had finally succumbed to resting her little (big) head on my chest. Just as she was millimeters away from drifting off to dreamland, she suddenly lifted her head and gave Jason the HUGEST grin I have possibly ever seen on a small (big) baby. With a smile on his own face, Jason said, "That face just made my life."

That statement, right there, pretty much sums up her role in our family. She is the most joyful baby. Her smile is like a big, warm, cuddly, blanket. No matter what kind of day you are having, the minute she sneaks you that enormous Joker-esque (except it's on a baby so it's cute and not at all scary, except when she paints her mouth red and says "let's put a smile on that face"...) smile, it just makes your hour, your day, your life, whatever...she is precious and jolly and makes us feel warm and fuzzy all over. We love her.