ALA Genentech Climb California
This was a charity stair climb of the Genentech Building (AKA Bank of America Building, the tallest accessible stairwell in SF). I made up a team name, "Eat Our Dust Bunnies" and there were 8 of us who climbed.

52 flights up!

Debbie, Melanie, Reagan, & Cameron made it to the top! Reagan had some patience to sit in that backpack for the long haul up 1,197 stairs.

Why is she scared of funny faces and not this?

Mama did it in 12 minnutes 37 seconds (165 out of 814). Reagan & Dada made it in 16:18 (386 out of 814)

We even made page B1 of Today's San Francisco Chronicle.

http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2008/03/30/BAKSVSRPU.DTL

Happy Easter!

Reagan had a blast coloring eggs yesterday and finding them this morning!

So excited that she just spotted one on the table...
Found this was by her rain boots, later decided to check inside the boots for another ... we could have made the hiding places harder!
So proud! She found them all!

Bye Bye Ugly Wall!

We ripped out the patio wall and the difference is amazing! We love it! Not only is the view 10,000 times better from the house, but it feels more open and inviting and the patio seems like part of the yard. Before, it was like you were either doing a "patio" activity or a "rest of the backyard" activity, now it's like one big open inviting yard and it feels like the patio is 10x bigger too. Even the concrete looks nicer now that you can see the curvature and the flow of it without this big stupid wall in the middle of it. We kept it all this time thinking it was put there to block the wind, but after leaving the windows on it open for a while, we couldn't tell a difference. When it's windy, it's windy, wall or not. Here are some before and after shots!

BEFORE

AFTER
BEFORE
AFTER

Daddy's Little Helper

Digging trenches for water pipes for new grass in the back

Helping put together the new hauling trailer

Into the evening, still working as hard as Daddy

Helping put the new treadmill together

Reagan Speak

I finally just jotted some of these down because I kept forgetting exactly what she had said at the end of the day when I'd sit down to blog about it:

"Mama, Dada, Readan, owo doe, do dis one" (she was instructing us to stomp our feet like her, but to do it "over there")

"Dada, cose one eye" (close)

Me: Reagan, can you eat your spaghetti?
Rea: "No, jus Mama eat it"

"Dada, tate oos off" (take shoes off)

"Mama, hewp Readan down ide" (help down slide)

"Dada wight bat down" (right back down - he had just gone upstairs)

"Aunt Bee went bye bye. Danny went bye bye. Baby Wo went bye bye."
(We've probably talked about this a time or two, but it happened 18 days ago!)

"Daddy is outide" (outside)

"Dada owo doe pay toys" (over there play toys)

This is how she asked me to change her diaper this evening:
Rea: "Mama tains Readan"
Me: "oh, is your diaper yucky?"
Rea: "yeeah" (she was right, it was full of everything)

She says "poop in potty" after pooping in her diaper (hasn't figured out that she needs to say it before)

Before a diaper change, she'll tell us "no pee, jus poop" or "no poop, jus pee" and she's accurate almost every time.

And the funniest one from yesterday ... we got ice cream as an after doctor treat and when we were almost done, Cam told Reagan he had to go back to work and Mommy and Reagan were going to take a nap.

Reagan says: "No, Dada wook, Mama, Readan eat ice ceam"

Getting Ready for a Night on the Town:

Hmm, no cash ...

I'll borrow "tun-ee butts" (20 bucks) from Mommy and Daddy, but let me get my heels on first.

Thanks Dad! I'll put it in my wallet.

Yes, I know, I'll be safe.

Don't wait up for me guys!

Conversations with Reagan

Yesterday, when Reagan got up from nap, I explained to her that we needed to go in the car and pick up Daddy because he rode his bike (over to Concord, his old route he use to do when I worked down there). Reagan starts saying, "Daddy bite, uh up, hoe. Don, don, don hoe." (Daddy bike up, up hill. Down, down, down hill.) Then today, she woke up from her nap and we hear her saying up, up, down, down, down hill again, so when I went to get her, I asked her, "Did Daddy ride his bike yesterday? Is that what you're talking about?" She says, "Daddy wode bite ..." (rode bike) ... hello, she just used the past tense of ride ... how the hell did she know to say rode?!?!

Whenever I wipe her face after eating and she acts like I'm torturing her, I always say, "oh my goodness" in a dramatic tone, mocking her so she lightens up and relaxes about it. Today, she repeated "oh my nooness".