HAPPY BIRTHDAY GRANDPA!...
Before I was born mom tried to come up with all kinds of names for Grandpa Malone. Old Man, Pops, Daddy-O, PeaPa, and the list goes on. Grandpa decided that those names made him feel old and maybe a little silly. Guess what Grandpa...you are older. Happy 55th Birthday! I hope you have a wonderful day filled with all the things that make you the happiest! Of course you will have to wait to see me...I love you and Mom says she loves you too.





















Reagan Gentry customizes the card for his Grandpa. Slobber and wrinkles make it extra special!

IN A SEA OF BLUE...
We took a trip today to good 'ol Chapel Hill...we saw a sea of blue. Before today I had only touched grass in my front yard. This was a new experience. The sun was so bright and the grass so green. I got my first bright green grass stain and mom was covered in ants. I can honestly say that bluebonnets as beautiful as they are taste AWEFUL! I got a mouth full and then screamed. Mom thought about tasting one too, but after my experience decided against it. Overall it was a great day. Me, Mom and Grandma had lots of fresh air and quality chit chat time.

















Reagan samples nature...

20 weeks...a mother's joy...
How can it be that 20 weeks have gone by so fast? It is hard to believe that my little man is so big. I can only begin to tell you what a joy he is in my life. I wake up each morning and thank God that I have him and I close my eyes each night knowing that the next day will hold even more joy. Reagan is mild mannered, patient and calm...I don't know who he got that from...probably his Grandma Malone. He is sweet and snuggly. He lets me love on him as much as I want...constantly. I could not ask for more. He loves to sit in my lap or lay on the floor beside me and just talk or read books. He listens to music and dances around the living room with me...I'm sure these days are numbered. He even hums along to the best of Celine Dion. It is amzing how much he enjoys the songs I sang when he was just a little peanut in my belly. We take walks outside and listen to the birds and all the dogs barking in the neighborhood. We watch the trees move and dream of summer days when I can be at home with him again. We make promises too. I tell him about all the things we are going to do as a family and how much I miss him when we are apart. Reagan is my Little Trooper, my Pedie Pablo, One Eyed Pirate, Sugar Booger, Giggle Box...his nicknames go on and on, but most of all he is this mother's JOY, my heart, all my ambition and all my love.



















Reagan...this mama's joy

NEW KICKS...
I was so excited to wear my new shoes. Deryk and Tracy sent them to me from CT. Dad thinks it is great...Mom thinks I am growing up too fast.
Mom doesn't know how this picture ended up upside down...she must be really tired!



















Hey look at me...new kicks, go fasters, tennies...

GIGGLE BOX...
I am 4 months old and a little giggle box. Mom and Dad just think I am the funniest thing ever...making me laugh is the highlight of their day. Mom says I am doing great with talking...I can say most of my vowel sounds and I am working on other combinations. I pause when others are speaking and watch their mouths too. I can copy sounds I hear...I'm sure you can imagine all the sounds I hear from Dad. He's a pretty funny guy.
















There is nothing cuter than a giggle box at 4 months old

DINNER VERSUS SLEEP...
What can I say? I play all day and I just get tired. Dinner sounded good, but sleep sounded even better. Don't worry...mom got me to eat a few minutes later.
















So tired...me and my cry baby just have to close our eyes a minute.

CHURCH BOY...
I finally made it to church. Mom and Dad took me to the 8 am service on March 12th. Jersey Village Baptsit Church is the church Mom grew up in. She thought the 8 am service would be best because it is the senior citizen service...they are very forgiving esp. when a little man like me is involved. I was the center of attention before and after the service. Mom and Dad were so impressed by my church boy behavior. I hardly made a peep. Dad only had to take me out one time so mom could get my bottle ready. No loud screams and no loud burps either. I did good. I have to say though...those services are pretty long...I couldn't help falling asleep.
















Me and Mom on my first very windy day at church.

LOOK WHAT I CAN DO...
Mom is amazed by all I can do. She is always taking pictures. I can lift my legs and bend them at the knee. If I am on my belly I can reach for my knees too. I am lift my head and link my fingers together and then relax in my Bumbo chair. These pictures may be a little distorted. Mom is still learning how to resize things.

















All the wonderful things I can do...I feel like a big boy.

NICE KITTY...
I am 18 weeks old here with my leopard. Mom was having to work hard for these pics...I wasn't giving away smiles. I was ready to play.





















I'm a gator on the go.

ARE YOU READY FOR SOME BASEBALL?...
Baseball season requires a good baseball hat and all the gear...I'm ready. Put me in Coach. I'm ready to play.




















Reagan in his first baseball hat

WHY ON MY HEAD?
Ha ha ha...my dad thinks he is so funny. He is always putting things on my head. He thought I looked like a jesture with my pants on top and then pierre with my washcloth. I prefer hats or better yet...just my hair. I'm not smiling, but mom and dad were.
















Someday I may laugh at these pictures...not now

GOT TEETH?
I'm getting mine. I chew on EVERYTHING..including my cry baby puppy that Grandpa Malone sent to me. He is extra soft and squishy. Mom likes to rub him on my face and legs. I just grin and giggle a bit. I LOVE IT! I am a thumb sucker too. I used to chew on my whole fist, but these days I can find my thumb alone. I even go to sleep with it in my mouth. It is better than my paci because I can always get my thumb back in my mouth if it falls out. I can't believe how good things taste. Toys, blankets, shirts, teething rings and skin...it is all the same to me. CHEW, CHEW, CHEW...I love my little teethies!

ANYONE SEEN MY CELL PHONE?
I am ready to call my friends and family from my new Exersaucer. I still bobble a bit, but I am having a great time playing and holding my own head for short periods of time. Mom has to stuff blankets in front of my belly to fill in the space. Even at 17 pounds I am a bit too small for the bucket seat. I am 26 inches tall and my feet can touch the bottom of my Exersaucer when it is set to the lowest height. How did Mom and Dad ever make it as babies? They didn't have any of this cool stuff. Plastic, plastic and more plasitc...it is the new learning tool.















Grandma Hamm helped buy my new ride.

VROOM...
I do a great job of riding these days. I love to get outside. In my stroller or in the car; I'm a traveling man.















Reagan is on the road again.

PARTY TIME...
I don't know what all the fuss is about. A bunch of women eatting little cakes and talking about baby stuff. I was the excitement! I spit up on 3 people and sprinkled the floor instead of my diaper. After all that I was out! Bring on the girl Aunt Les. I'm ready to meet her...
















Reagan passes out after a long afternoon of baby showering.

HIP HOP AT 16 WEEKS...
This week was a busy one. It felt like I was hopping from one place to the next. Mom had to go back to teaching kindergarten and I started going to Ms. Desiree's house. I had lots of fun playing with Ms. Des. I greeted her with smiles and giggles every morning. Mom calls and checks on me at lunch and I'm just talking away. All that said, mom is really glad that she has this week off for spring break. It could not have come at a better time. We have lots of play time to catch up on. Mom is counting down the days until summer vacation.

Reagan is 16 weeks old and hip hoppin' already.