Faces of Reina

Actually, this post should probably be called "What's up with Reina's hair?" It's getting thick (in spots) and a little unruly at times. I'm not used to baby girl hair. When Will's hair started getting too straggly, we had his first haircut. I'm afraid if I do that now, she'll look even more like a boy. I do have the obligatory little colored bows to stick on her head that shout to the world "I'm a girl!" but those fall out or she pulls them off and tries to eat them. Not sure what to do about her mustache either . . . Hey look, it's the Daddy again! Here's Glenn patiently trying to coax Reina into eating her sweet potato/chicken entree instead of wearing it. I think she started crying about 15 seconds after this picture was taken.

"There was a girl, who had a curl, right in the middle of her forehead. When she was good, she was very, very good. When she was bad...." she was Reina!

Grandma Hansen and I have an on-going discussion/debate going on regarding whether or not Reina will have curly hair. Time will tell but this picture taken after her bath seems to indicate that she will be a curly girl. Poor little thing.

Any guesses as to what Reina wants for Christmas? She would like it to have web access and unlimited texting. Let's see, what else is new? Reina is so ready to stand up by herself. She hasn't quite mastered it but she loves hanging on to furniture and all of the new things to reach. Sitting on the floor is really boring and she gets fussy if we make her do it for longer than 3 minutes. Unless she has a cell phone to play with..... She's totally mastered the art of scooting around the floor on her bottom and crawling isn't far off. I'm trying to enjoy these last few weeks of immobility because wants she figures out the crawling business, our house will never be the same.

I haven't forgotten Will. It's super hard to get him to sit still long enough to take his picture. Shots of Will are becoming a bit like photographing Bigfoot. He's got plenty to say however. He talks and talks and talks and about 90% of it is a complaint, critique or suggestion on how we could be making his life better. His latest is to tell us to get out of his room at night when we are tucking him in. On the cute side, he thinks that the correct name for sheep is bah bah black sheep and that the restaurant with the golden arches is called "Old McDonald's." In between his critiques, he does tell both Glenn and I that he "yuves" (loves) us which still melts my heart. I yuve you too, buddy!