To Gini...From Reagan...

Dear Aunt Gini:

My mom told me that you sent some heated words her way in regards to the blogging, or lack thereof, she has done (...or not done)... over the last few months.

First, let me tell you that I am not my mother's keeper, therefore I should not be held responsible for her not feeling the need to update this blog with pictures of myself. Who wouldn't want to see how amazing I really am. Seriously. Who wouldn't?

Second, she probably keeps pulling the "I'm too busy to blog" card...and let me tell you...she isn't lying. She's so busy, she forgot to change my "non-clean and not just with urine" diaper last week-for a good couple of hours. That rash belongs in history books. And my mom should have been arrested for child-abuse. So the point here is: If she's too busy to change certain diapers---I would prefer that she not spend her time blogging in hopes that she remember some of us don't have the luxury of cleaning ourselves off after certain events.

Third, could you please tell me why she keeps referring to you as a pot...and why you keep calling the kettle black? It confuses me.

Lastly, I miss you too... and I'm sorry I wasn't as attentive to you last time you came to visit. I was too busy getting into anything and everything else. Enjoy my amazingness...and if you want...you can come see it in person too :) I love you!

Love,
Reagan

P.S.---I had a chat with her(my mom)...mentioned the rash incident...dropped "Child-Services" a couple of times in the conversation...and she was more than willing to comply with the blogging.

My mom calls this the contradiction picture...

I'm not sure if you're aware of this or not...but I'm kind of goth now.

If the clothes don't prove it-the face does.

Do you know how much fun it is playing in an empty file cabinet?

Did I do a good job faking it?

Do you think my parents will buck up and actually get me age -appropriate
toys or do you think Christmas this year is going to be tissue paper and empty boxes?
(I can only fake for so long).

Yeah---that's right---cross-dressing. At least it's not an empty file cabinet.

Okay-so I may have lied about the toy department. I got a balloon. Not even inflated though. They make me do all the work. I'm smiling here...but I'm really thinking "Throw me a freaking bone people...give me something I can enjoy...that's actually fun...and doesn't require me getting light-headed to enjoy."

Welcome to my Grandma Bean's house.
Now I know where my mom got all of her ideas for "Fun Times."

I think this one is pretty self-explanatory. I...am...Legend. Kidding... Amazing :)