Mustache Mystery

A few nights ago I was weeding through my craft supplies and found some unused furry mustache stickers. I'm not sure why I had them in the first place. The next day I thought it would be funny to put one on myself and Raegan and take our picture. As soon as I put one on, she became very frightened and cried. She stopped crying when I took it off, but it took her a while to settled down and trust me. So, for those male friends and family members who did not immediately strike her fancy at Christmas, it was your mustache. That's what you all have in common; don't take it personally :)

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Wednesday a friend came over with her baby. After they left, Raegan started trying to breast feed her baby like the mom did. She was so focused, and I tried really hard not to laugh and distract her. She had a hard time coordinating everything. She couldn't keep her shirt up while still holding the baby. It's a lot for an 18 month old :) Ryan thinks Raegan must think she's in training to be a parent. She always includes her "friends" (babies and dogs). She feeds them (complete with sound effects), wipes their mouths, clips their nails, and now she is looking down the doll's pants to see if she pooped.

Saturday we went to a birthday party at a local play room. Raegan had a great time, and Im irritated that I didn't take the camera. She spent most of her time at the grocery station and "driving" the farm truck. She has been talking about trucks ("cuck") non-stop since Thursday afternoon. We stood at the window and watched the trash truck empty our trash can. She keeps asking to see it again, and I try to tell her it will be back next Thursday. All day she says "cuck" and "chash." So she was super excited to turn the steering wheel and drive the apple truck at the party. She's a smart girl - she dashed away from snack time to go back to the play room and have it all to herself. I asked her if she wanted to sing "Happy Birthday" and have cake. She grabbed a clean plate from the diner station and took off to the snack room. She was exhausted when we left and said "happy" to the birthday girl.