Disney Bound

It's 7:00 AM, and we're about to load the kids in the car. This might be our earliest vacation departure yet. Woohoo!

Country Music Marathon

Today Scott ran his first half marathon. His goal was to finish in 2 1/2 hours, and he exceeded that goal by finishing in 2:15:53. Hooray for Daddy!

Reagan and Presley held signs that said, "Run, Daddy, Run!" and "Go, Daddy!" But, alas, we didn't get to cheer Daddy on at the finish line--because we couldn't find him. When we finally found a spot where we could see the runners coming in, we waited. Scott had called us to tell us about when to expect him. When that time had come and gone, we called him. He had been finished for 15 minutes--we just missed him! When we finally met up with him, we held our signs and cheered for him, even though he wasn't running anymore.

While Daddy's getting some much-needed rest, Mama will be packing the car for our vacation! Mickey Mouse, here we come!!!

Kindergarten Bound

We just registered Reagan for Kindergarten. It was a bit traumatic for Mama, but I kept my wits about me. We took a little tour of the school, and even met Mrs. Locke, the teacher we're hoping Reagan gets next year. Overall, I feel better about the whole situation, just having visited the school. Everyone who worked there seemed very friendly and helpful, and Reagan is now excited to start her new school.

Knock-Knock

Presley has started telling knock-knock jokes. They usually go something like this:

Presley: Knock-knock.

Me: Who's there?

Presley: Nana. (Gran, Daddy, Ashley, Reagan, etc.)

Me: Nana who?

Presley: Nanasiowiejkl (undecipherable), followed by howling laughter

She's actually got the orange/banana one down (answering banana twice and then going to orange the third time), except for the final line: "Orange you glad I didn't say banana?" Pretty good for not quite two years old. Actually, come to think of it, Reagan still can't tell a sensical knock-knock joke and she's almost five!

And Then There Were None

Our sole goldfish, Rajah, perished today. I'm pretty sure it's all my fault for not cleaning the tank soon enough. But I do hear mixed opinions on tank cleaning; some experts say it's best to only do partial water changes, since the fish sort of make the environment their own. I also think the fish flakes I've most recently used have been leaving behind some residue.

Does it sound like I'm making excuses? I probably am. I hate the thought that I might have contributed to the death of one of God's little creatures.

Guess we'll try to start over with some new little guys when we get home from vacation.

Earth Day: Celebrate the Creator, NOT the Creation

This is my Father's world,and to my listening ears
all nature sings, and round me rings the music of the spheres.
This is my Father's world.I rest me in the thought
of rocks and trees, of skies and seas; his hand the wonders wrought.

This is my Father's world,the birds their carols raise.
The morning light, the lily white, declare their maker's praise.
This is my Father's world. He shines in all that's fair.
In the rustling grass I hear him pass; he speaks to me everywhere.

This is my Father's world. O let me ne'er forget
that though the wrong seems oft so strong, God is the ruler yet.
This is my Father's world. Why should my heart be sad?
The Lord is King! Let the heavens ring! God reigns--let the earth be glad!

Ballet Story Time

Our little ballerinas went to a special story time at the library on Saturday. One of the dancers from the Nashville Ballet read to the children, danced for them, and even taught the tiny dancers a few moves.

Ballet Story Time

On Saturday, we went to a special ballet story time at the library. One of Nashville Ballet's dancers came and read to the kids, danced for them, then taught the little dancers a few moves from Swan Lake. We let our little ballerinas wear their dance attire. Reagan was, of course, in her element, loving every minute of it!

Hannah Montana Sighting

Today we went to the mall (Cool Springs, in case you're interested) to a Build-a-Bear birthday party for Reagan's "boyfriend" Curry. On our way into the mall--as I was looking down and talking to Reagan--we passed two rather unassuming teenage girls on their way out. Scott, who was pushing Presley in the stroller, turned around and whispered something to me. We finally got far enough away that he said, "That was Miley Cyrus." What! Hannah Montana was that close to our four-year-old admirer, and he didn't even get Reagan's attention so she could see her! It figures that the one person in our family who could care less about seeing her is the one who spotted her. (Even Presley kinda knows who she is and likes her.)

And, just in case you're questioning Scott's ability to recognize the Disney Channel star, we overheard a couple of tween girls talking about seeing her also.

Addendum: Here's further proof it was her--an online story about it. It's sad when a trip to the mall makes the news.

http://www.eonline.com/uberblog/b131952_Miley_Mad_About_the_.html?sid=rss_topstories&utm_source=eonline&utm_medium=rssfeeds&utm_campaign=rss_topstories

Tossing Her Cookies

What's going on with the Gibbs girls? Reagan started getting sick with a fever and sore throat on Wed. evening. So, we sent Presley to Nana & Gran's house on Thursday to protect her from the germs. But when Daddy went to pick her up, she threw up all over herself and him--so much that she had to be put in the tub and they BOTH had to change clothes. (Daddy even had to borrow some of Gran's boxer shorts!) Within minutes, she seemed fine and seems to be okay today as well. We hope it was just a fluke, not a bug.

At least they're getting it out of their systems before the big Disney trip!

The Quiet Mouse is Sick

I've become accustomed to Reagan's moods, and I can sense when something isn't quite right. Yesterday morning, she complained about her throat hurting, so I took her temperature and it was normal. After breakfast, she seemed fine and wanted to go to preschool so I let her. (If I kept her home every time she had an ache or pain, she would NEVER go.) When I picked her up in the afternoon, she was playing and was pretty energetic, but she mentioned that her throat hurt again. I made her some hot cocoa, which seemed to help. She wanted to go ahead with our plans to go to an afternoon story time at the library and then on to church. I was skeptical that this was the best approach, but I didn't want to deny her fun or have her get behind schedule on her Scripture memorization at Cubbies.

I had to be at church early, so we went through a drive-through and got her some chicken nuggets and french fries--not exactly the dinner of champions, but one that she usually eats pretty well. (On the way to church, she also complained about being cold--and I was roasting!) I sat her at the conference table in the church office to eat while I had my meeting (Tracy, one of the other praise team members, kept her company). When it was time for her to go to Cubbies, she had only eaten a few french fries...that's when I really had the feeling she was coming down with something.

When I picked her up after Cubbies, her leader said she didn't eat the snack she was offerred (ice cream!) and she had been pretty quiet that evening, keeping to herself. She didn't even speak to me. I had to go back into rehearsal, and she wouldn't speak to any of the praise team. My little social butterfly was being totally silent! She didn't feel warm to me, but I was quite sure she was sick.

At home, she had a fever (around 100 or so). Today she is home watching "a million of movies," as she likes to do when she's sick. She's still complaining about a sore throat and has a slight fever, but she seems to have rallied a bit. Hopefully it's just a virus and will pass soon. If not, we'll be visiting Dr. Lee in the next couple of days.

Packing: One Person's Hassle is Another's Bliss

I am probably the most organized person I know. I never lose things, because everything has a specific place in my home, to which the item is always returned. Or so it was. Since having kids, my organization skills have been pushed to the limit. I no longer know where everything is--because somebody keeps moving it!

But I digress... The point of my post is that I'm beginning to pack for the big vacation. (Did I mention that we're going to Disney?) For some, this arduous chore might seem overwhelming or even, dare I say, boring. But for the organizationally-inclined mind, packing is a sweet exercise in transferring the pages of plans one has made on paper into a real-world scenario. I get to see all the handy tips I've accumulated over the last weeks (okay, months really) put into action.

Since we're still two weeks from departure, everything is in a "staging area" in our bedroom. I have my "Ultimate Packing List" next to the suitcases and plastic tub, ready to check off items as they are placed in the luggage. The kids' clothes are packed in individual ziplock bags for each day--complete with matching socks, underwear, and hairbows--inside their monogrammed duffel bags.

Much of the packing will have to wait until the last minute (after laundry is done and cosmetics and hair products are applied). But everything that isn't an essential part of our day-to-day lives is in the stack, ready to go. (Except, of course, for things that Scott is in charge of, since he doesn't share my affinity for planning ahead.)

It will be so rewarding to see my careful planning pay off. Having a gift for spacial relations, there's nothing quite like seeing that last bag fit snugly into the space you've designated for it, knowing your possessions will be secure for the ten-hour drive over mountain and through valley.

Go ahead, call me a geek. I know I am...and I just don't care.

End of an Experiment

Ok, so this is officially the last entry of my "an entry every day" week. It was surprisingly easy, even if my entries weren't especially exciting. (They would have been more interesting if I could figure out how to upload new pictures from my camera without a card reader. Hopefully by next week I'll have my new desktop computer that my dad has built--hooray for dad!) And, all in all, it was a good experience for me to force myself to carve out a few minutes every day to write.

I spent part of my day Saturday at an Artsy Mama writing workshop. While the title sounded right up my alley, it was a huge waste of time. There were only six people present, and three of those were the organizers (who, I might add, were actually late to the event). The girl who led the workshop was a grad student who wasn't even married yet and certainly not a Mama. The other two women who were in charge of setting things up were liberal wanna-be hippies. (Why do people think being a liberal makes you artsy? It's not the same thing at all.) Needless to say, I stayed as long as I could tolerate it and made a lame excuse and got out of there, not feeling at all as if I had gained any insight or done anything that might make my writing better in any way. That's about 2 1/2 hours of my life that I'm never getting back! Time that could have been spent napping, but more likely would have been spent chasing after the children (which I still would have preferred to the workshop).

But, on a brighter note, in just two weeks we will be loading up the car from our south GA hotel and preparing to cross into Florida, the land of sunshine and orange juice. By afternoon, we should be arriving in Mickey Mouse territory! Ah...vacation!

R.I.P., Jafar

Over the last few weeks and even months, we've been noticing how huge our goldfish have been getting. The current two, Jafar and Rajah, were replacement fish for the originals, Aladdin and Jasmine. While Al and Jas died off pretty quickly, we've had Jafar and Rajah since August or September (that's a pretty long time for goldfish). But lately, these two had been looking lethargic. My theory is that they had grown so much that there wasn't enough room for them to move and play in the tank. We were actually contemplating setting them free somewhere--in a pond or perhaps an area where tourists might gather and feed them (Opryland Hotel came to mind).

This morning, when I went to feed them, I noticed that one was on his side--but his mouth was still moving and his gills were still flapping. Not sure how to resuscitate him, I tried feeding them and also adding some filtered water to the tank (thought perhaps the level was too low for the filter to properly aerate the water). But before I left for church, the sick one had floated down below the filter, and eventually his little gills gave up.

Because the two had grown so much, I couldn't tell if it was Jafar or Rajah who had perished. They look pretty much just alike now (one had more black on him than the other when they were small, but growing to six times their original size changed things). When I told Reagan that one of her fish had died, she asked which one. I said I wasn't sure, and she said, "I think it was Jafar" without even looking. So, we're going with that.

Rest in peace, Jafar. You were a good little fish...and then you were big. Our little tank just couldn't support you. We'll try not to feed those who come behind you as much or as often.

Run, Daddy, Run!

Two weeks from today, Scott will be running the Music City 1/2 Marathon. This morning, he is out for a ten-mile run, which he has done a few other times. But he's saving the full thirteen miles for the big day. His goal is to finish in less than 2 1/2 hours. (My goal would be simply o finish.) We'll be there to cheer him on at the finish line.

Then, the following day, we leave for Disney World. Fortunately, we won't actually be in the parks walking until Tuesday. We're driving, and we'll break the drive into two days, arriving on Monday in time to check into our resort, have a relaxed dinner, and get plenty of rest before tackling the World.

Anyone who knows me at all won't be surprised to hear that I have a three-page itinerary and another five pages of notes for our trip. I have maps personalized for our family, which I ordered from Disney months ago. Our driving route has been entered on Streets & Trips, and just about every detail has been addressed. I plan not because I want every minute to be structured, but because I want to be as efficient as possible so as to leave room for unexpected happy diversions or little mishaps.

I've already started packing. Crazy, I know. But we can hardly wait! I think I'm as excited as the girls--maybe even more, because I know what fun they're in for!

The Numbers of Hope

Last night we were privileged to attend a gathering for Thomas Nelson, the Christian publisher where Scott works and also my primary client as a freelance writer/editor. The event at the beautiful symphony center in Nashville was produced by Chris Tomlin (of "How Great Is Our God" fame) and it centered around Max Lucado's latest book, 3:16. I can't imagine anyone who might read my blog wouldn't know what this is, but just in case, let me explain. John 3:16 is probably the most famous verse in the Bible: "For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have eternal life."

I was excited to attend not just because I like Max, but because there were four stellar musical guests included: Sandi Patty, Jaci Velasquez, Travis Cottrell, and Heather Headley. The first two are established recording artists in the Christian music world, and they're both great singers. But I was most excited about the other two.

Heather Headley is a Tony-winning actress/singer who is probably most famous for her role as Nala in The Lion King on Broadway. She was nothing short of incredible.

My favorite, Travis Cotrell, is an artist/songwriter/arranger. Our church praise team has frequently sung his arrangments for Christmas, Easter, and just normal Sunday mornings. Years ago, when I attended Two Rivers Baptist Church briefly, Travis was one of the worship leaders. I think maybe I kept going to that church long after I realized it wasn't for me, mostly just to hear him sing.

Two things most impressed me last night. First, as we were all singing along with Travis to two of my favorite worship songs ("Amazing Grace/My Chains Are Gone" and "In Christ Alone"--the Stuart Townend version, not the one made famous by Michael English), I realized how much I was enjoying this corporate worship experience. I knew all the songs, the musicians and vocalists were incredible, and it just felt good and right. I was struck by the image that this must be just a tiny glimpse of what heaven will be like. I've always struggled with thoughts such as, "What are we going to do for eternity?" Now I know that's not a very spiritual way of thinking, but I'm someone who doesn't handle boredom well. But I think maybe I'm just starting to get it. Now I understand when a pastor or worship leader tells me we're here on this earth to learn to praise and worship Him.

The second thing I'm taking away from last night are some comforting words from Max. He was, surprisingly, talking about Hell: "Hell is not a place for those who seek God and struggle; it's a place for those who deny Him and succeed." Why do I find this so comforting? Because I struggle with something I call "eternal insecurity." Do I intellectually know that I've given my life to the Lord and made a decision to follow Him, and that this ensures my eternal home in heaven? Absolutely. But this doesn't keep me from playing the "what if" game: What if I doubt? What if I question? What if I have unconfessed, burried sin in my life? But it's assuring to know that the struggle doesn't change my position with the Father and my place in His home.

Good stuff. http://maxlucado.com/316/

My Top 10 Disney Tips

OK, so I have Disney on the brain these days. I've mentioned before that I could probably be a Disney travel agent at this point, since I've visited just about every official and unofficial Disney vacation planning site. Here are my top 10 favorite trips for having an inexpensive, fun Disney vacation experience:

1. ALWAYS take a digital picture or photocopy of the back of your tickets as soon as you get them. (There's a code on them that allows you to replace lost or stollen tickets--but only if you know the number.)
2. Bring your own bottled water and snacks. Disney doesn't care--seriously--as long as you stop short of packing an entire cooler. This saves both money and time, as you can can snack while in line for attractions instead of waiting in a long line for a snack.
3. Make ADRs (Advanced Dining Reservations) as early as possible! Many Disney restaurants accept ADRs as far out as 180 days before your visit...and you need to have them that early for the popular character meals, such as Cinderella's Royal Table.
4. Do at least one character meal. Yes, they can be pricey. But the personal attention from the characters and princesses will save you an hour or two in line for meet-n-greets later.
5. In the Magic Kingdom, go to Fantasyland first if you have little ones. Dumbo and the other slow-loading rides seem to get backed up by mid-morning.
6. Take a stroller if your child is 5 or younger. Disney is big...huge, really. That's a lot of walking for little legs. Besides, you can hang cameras, bags, etc. on the handles as you walk.
7. Know ride restrictions before you go. There's nothing worse than having to explain to your three-year-old why he can't ride Space Mountain--as he's standing there looking at it.
8. Shop around and sign up for email newsletters. Often, you can get last-minute deals in the off-season. Don't immediately go for Disney's packages. They can be hassel-free and sometimes are a great deal--but not always. Two of my favorite sites are mousesavers.com and allearsnet.com.
9. Take extra______ (fill-in-the-blank: camera batteries, film, sunscreen, medicine, etc.) You will pay an arm and a leg for anything within 10 miles of Disney property. But, oddly enough, the Hess gas station on Disney property is one of the least expensive in the area.
10. Take time to relax and enjoy. Don't schedule yourselves so tightly that you don't have time for unexpected diversions, because they are everywhere at Disney.

And Tink wants to add, "Don't forget the Pixie Dust!"

Read This

My most recent "must read" book on famiy and parenting is Robert Wolgemuth's The Most Important Place on Earth: What a Christian Home Looks Like and How to Build One. The subtitle pretty much covers it: the book offers ideas and principles for making your home a haven for your family where God is the center of everthing that happens there.

None of it is particularly earth-shattering. It's simply a collection of ideas we can all aspire to incorporate into our daily lives. But the personal stories of how these simple principles have made a difference are particularly touching. Seeing Robert's success with his family gave me faith that I could have a similar result with my own.

I had the opportunity to meet Robert several years ago when I was an executive assistant at Word Publishing. At the time, he and his business partner Mike Hyatt (now CEO of Thomas Nelson, where Scott works) were successful literary agents, representing several high-profile authors, and they visited our office quite frequently. While I didn't work closely with either man (mostly fetched coffee for their meetings), I was always greeted warmly and treated with respect. Sadly, that wasn't always the case with other high-profile literary agents.

Anyhow, I highly recommend The Most Important Place on Earth to young parents. Here's a link with more info:

http://www.thomasnelson.com/consumer/product_detail.asp?sku=0785260269#

Old Pictures that Make Me Smile

My desktop computer crashed a week or so ago, so I've been working on my laptop--not my favorite for a couple of reasons. First, it has that goofy little touchpad that I accidentally hit while I'm typing, which sends my cursor to some unusual place. (Scott attached my regular mouse, but can't get my touchpad to turn off.) Second, my desktop had all these great CD drives and card readers that allow me to take the memory card right out of my camera and upload pictures. With my laptop, I think I have a chord that will attach to my camera and then to the computer to do basically the same thing...I think. But where might this chord be? That is the question of the hour.

So, I went through my old files of pics to find something to keep this entry from being so boring and black and white. This one is from last summer. We were getting ready for a day at Nashville Shores water park (we had season passes last year). The girls had their bathing suits on under their matching dresses, and they were ready to go! Ah...summer fun!

A Post Every Day

Can I do it? Can I actually post something remotely interesting in my blog every day for a week? Let's hope so. It's a worthy goal anyhow.

Today, I literally spent probably an hour searching for a cute Disney vacation countdown widget to put on my blog. And I never found a suitable one. And, seriously, do I really have an hour to burn? I'm a mom of two preschoolers; sleep would have been a better use of that time.

So, for lack of a better countdown, let me just write that...

IN JUST 3 WEEKS, WE WILL BE AT DISNEY WORLD!!! HOORAY!!!

Not as dramatic as I would have liked, but it will have to be enough. Here's a little photo to put us (mostly me) in the right frame of mind.

And Another Funny Thing...

Presley has also started saying, "Man!" (long and drawn out; more like "maaaannnn") whenever something displeases her. Here's an example: We got in the car to drive home from church yesterday, and Presley started saying, "Movie! Movie!" I replied, "No, we're not going to watch a movie in the car today." Her response: "Man!"

Going Green?

There has been a media in the last few years devoted to "Going Green." Even in the Christian media, the phrase "Creation Care" has been floating around. I've given this all some serious thought and find myself conflicted.

Even as a child, I was eager to recycle. My parents taught me to turn off the lights when I leave the room and make sure the faucet was turned off completely when I got a drink of water. (Mostly, I think, this was related to water/electric bills, not conservation.) I grew up in a rural farming community, and I believe in conservation--I really do!

But some of the things we're being asked to do in the name of environmentalism just don't make sense to me. First, let's look at those who are preaching this green light of hope. Al Gore, for example. Hmmm...he's not a scientist. His little movie was popular with Hollywood, but numerous scientists have taken issue with his "facts." And let's talk about Hollywood, the very picture of decadence. How am I supposed to take advice on being "conservative" from people whose lives are filled with oppulence and waste. Ditto on that one for Al Gore, too.

Global Warming is, at best, a theory at this point. We don't have definitive evidence. BUT, that said, I still think it's important to be savvy and conservative with our resources, especially fuel. I'm all for energy-efficient appliances (I have several) and anything that saves me money! But there are times when I just have to draw the line.

Cloth diapers, for example. When you consider the time involved (the folding, the pinning, the emptying the dirty ones into the toilet, the laundry, etc.) and the expense (good ones and covers can cost around $15 per diaper) and even the environmental impact (flushing the toilet for each dirty one, washing in hot water and detergent and/or bleaching), I just can't see cloth diapers as a viable option for me. And that's not even addressing the grossness factor!

Here's another one that concerns me. Several years ago, we were all told to get rid of our old mercury thermometers. Now, we're being told to install lightbulbs that have that same harmful substance. But, hey, they're good for the environment--so what if they're hazardous to our children. Does this make sense to anyone?

For now, I'll continue to recycle and turn off the water as I brush my teeth. I'll bundle my errands to save gas, and I'll buy energy-efficient appliances. I'll even use vinegar and water for most of my cleaning, instead of harsh chemicals. But until somebody can prove to me that humans are causing global warming, I'm going to be cautious about hopping on the green bandwagon.

The Funny Things She Says

Presley is talking more and more every day. She seems to learn new words constantly. Here are a few of her favorite phrases, along with their meaning:

"Mere, Beagan!" (Come here, Reagan!)

"Daddy home!" (Daddy is home! Hooray! I'm sick of Mama!)

"Pee pee potty." (I want to sit on the potty, but there's no way I'm gonna do anything on it.)

"Boo boo." (Did I show you my boo boo? Are you sure? Do you wanna see it again?)

"Ew ee, ah ah, tang, be bay" (The Witch Doctor song)

The State of the Union

This past Sunday, David Fowler, a former TN state senator and now the president of the Family Action Council of TN, was our guest speaker at church. Much of what is below is my paraphrse of his sermon--with a few of my own thoughts added in. He shared several Scriptures that struck me as poignant for the current atmosphere in the US. The first is Isaiah 59:14. I've used the NCV:

"So we have driven away justice, and we have kept away from what is right. Truth is not spoken in the streets; what is honest is not allowed to enter the city."

Wow. It brings to mind court cases where there are more rights for the accused than for the victims. It speaks to me about our societal fear of infringing on anyone's "rights," as we define them. But mostly, I'm struck by the thought that we simply have "kept away from what is right."

Let's be honest, when we preach tolerance--the "live and let live" variety--we're going against what we know is right. When we say that women should be able to choose their own reproductive options, we're ignoring the truth that it's wrong to kill. When we support legislation that allows men to marry men and women to marry women, we're going against the laws of God and nature. (And, by the way, I have yet to see a definitive study that proves to me that homosexuality is purely biological.) When we teach our children that their very lives are a cosmic accident, we're denying the Truth of the living God. (Again, science seems to be lagging here--clinging to Darwin's arguments that would never pass the standards of any modern study. Read any of Lee Stroebel's "Case" books if you don't believe me.)

Even as I type this, I know I will offend some friends (yes, friends). But I feel convicted that it's time to boldly speak Truth into a society that so badly needs it. I'm praying Proverbs 2 for myself and my country (v. 3-5):

"Cry out for wisdom, and beg for understanding. Search for it like silver, and hunt for it like hidden treaure. Then you will understand respect for the Lord, and you will find that you know God."

Finally, let me say that everyone wants to believe in something. When we stop believing the truths of God, and rely on ourselves, we get a cheap immitation of what God intended for us:

"My people have done two evils: They have turned away from me, the spring of living water. And they have dug their own wells, which are broken wells that cannot hold water" (Jeremiah 2:13, emphasis added) .

Reagan's Peter Pan Complex

Both my kids are huge fans of the classic animated movie Peter Pan. Reagan has also recently become a devotee to the live-action version, Hook, that features Robin Williams as a grown-up Peter Pan and Julia Roberts as Tinkerbell. She's watched it a half a dozen times on On Demand (free, thank goodness). She prays every night (despite Scott and I explaining daily that God's not really a cosmic fairy godmother who grants wishes) that her happy dreams about Peter Pan and Neverland will come true! She keeps asking when Peter Pan will come to her window.

But now we have another problem. You see, I made the mistake of listening to Steven Curtis Chapman's new single, "Cinderella," while Reagan was sitting on my lap. Have you heard this song? (It should be playing now, if you turn up your volume...but I'm never quite sure if the technology is working properly.) I dare you, if you're the parent of a little girl, to listen to it and not weep or at least tear up. Through my tears, I had to explain to a confused four-year-old why a song about a princess had made me so sad. My basic answer was that it made me a little sad to think about her growing up and getting married and not being my little girl anymore. Wrong answer!

Now Reagan says she never wants to grow up. She wants to stay little forever. She wants to be like Peter Pan in Neverland with the Lost Boys. She actually sounded quite serious and a bit concerned that her dream might not come true.

I know this little phase will pass, but now I'm worried that I have stunted her emotional growth simply because I was having a "Mommy Moment." Just so you can relate, here are a few of the song's lyrics:

So I will dance with Cinderella

While she is here in my arms

Because I know something the Prince never knew

Oh I will dance with Cinderella

I don't want to miss even one song

'Cause all too soon the clock will strike midnight

And she'll be gone

No, I didn't plan this entry based around this photo, but it is kinda appropriate, don't you think? This, by the way, is Reagan's other boyfriend, Tyler, dressed as Peter Pan.