Our youngest grandchild turned two this past week. She was just born yesterday in my mind – not too sure where two years has gone. But gone they are, and in the place of baby girl Reagan, we have one of the spunkiest, sweetest, two years old the world will ever know.
She definitely knows what she wants and doesn’t want at the wise old age of two. She replied with a firm NO when I asked if she wanted to sit on my lap. And she replied with an equally firm YES when I asked if she wanted to go to the garage with the rest of the kids. I asked her what she wanted and she replied “I want a drink”. Ok! I found myself wishing I had such wisdom about what I want and don’t want.
Let me show you how to break this homemade piñata. (It’s a puppy dog, in case you can’t tell).
I believe she is going to be a politician. She combined a bear from one grandma, fake food from this grandma, and a shopping cart from mommy, daddy and big brother, and away she went. She likes it all!
We love you Reagan!