It's 11:00. The sun is down. The lights are on. Reagan is awake.

Since Reagan is awake, Mommy is awake. I am sitting in my rocking chair listening to her play. It's a rare occasion since she is usually drowned out by a crying baby or an overly optimistic older sister. Is her pretend play a deep revelation of her character? She is playing "momma and baby." Apparently multiple babies that are hungry but rather well behaved. They all seem to take turns crying. They also don't seem to wriggle around and flail their arms. It must be because they are large DUPLO-legos, pink, purple and white.

I read in a book that we shouldn't limit our girls by only giving them domestic-like toys, so I made sure that Reagan had legos. So, now she goes back and forth between building castles and playing babies. Aah...wait...now they have transformed into candles and lunch. What an active imagination.

I wish you could see her right now. She sits cross-legged in the shadow of the dining room table. Her back nestled against the leg of a chair. Her green dress spreads out around her and the legos are spilled around her just like a basket of brightly colored flowers. She stands up quickly. Her head cocked to one side. She gasps and peeks around the corner of the couch. "Momma," she whispers, "there is a tiger. I am scared."

....okay, I'm back...who wouldn't quit what they are doing to investigate the claims of a tiger? On the floor in Uncle Jonathan's room was a furry belt that he used for a costume as a Japanese warrior. The tiger. Raaaarrr! I am tired. I think I will send her to bed.