Muppet bliss.

What could cause this bliss in a 3 month old? (Other than Wubba who is in on the action??)

Watching the Muppets with Daddy! She is also a fan of Fraggle Rock. We've decided kids shows just aren't what they used to be so we're stocking up on some oldies but goodies.

This is the life!

You can call me Flower if you want to.

My mother's friend Leigh Ann is awfully crafty and sent Raegan a suprise the other day. A whole set of headbands and hair clips that are interchangeable with a bouquet of bejeweled flowers! Drew, not being as fashion forward as us gals isn't crazy about them but I fell hard for my little flower.

We had an impromptu fashion show/photo shoot after bath that night.

Shorty.

Raegan has been outgrowing clothes so fast! She's always getting too long for the clothes, not too plump. We just figure she's going to be tall like her daddy, but imagine my suprise when I first put her in her Jumperoo and she can't reach the floor to jump!

So, she had to borrow Roxy's pillow to give her a little boost.

This is not my Wubba.

Meet Raegan. 3 months of smiles and slobbers. big blue eyes and squishy cheeks. Happiest early in the morning (don't know who she got that from) with a fully tummy and clean underpants.
Meet Wubba. Life-saver of Raegan's parents, i.e. the enduring souls who have survived crazy dogs and colic. Wubba is (genious!) designed for tiny hands to hug onto so that one's pacifier doesn't fall out of one's sweet mouth and incite screams of anguish.
These. Are not Raegan's Wubbas. The green one will suffice when Wubba has to get a bath, but the others....well, she's not been kind in her rejections. They get a few seconds of cursory taste-testing before they are released from the mouth with the most disdainful of expressions... We'll keep trying I'm sure to graduate to a more convinent form of soothing, but for now Santa may have to bring a backup Wubba to our house.