"All right, Mr. DeMille, I'm ready for my close-up."

Reagan is rapidly learning that she likes the idea of Summer. It's a whole new way to embrace her inner girly-ness.

The girls. Reagan has just been baptized and now comes the taking of all that are family pictures. Aunt Jamie, Linda (Marmie), Stacy, and Reagan. (L to R)

It was kind of a cool day in Omaha when we toured the Henry Doorly Zoo. This was how she spent most of the afternoon, but seemed to enjoy herself.

That is my little love...and a different hat.

More hats

This one is just all about the hats.

Daddy's Birthday

In Fayetteville, nothing says "I Love You" like a cake from Rick's.

Knock-Outs in bloom

Award-winning floral photography in the front yard.

As yet, I've never met anyone with the level of talent for wearing a floppy hat that this little girl possesses.

Woo Pig Sooie!

Family photo taken down to the Road Hog Park during the spring practice "Feed the Coaches" event. Sure it's a lot of red, but it could be worse. It could be...orange. Ew. (gonna hear much grief about that one.)

Documented Major Life Experience

The first time Reagan played on a swing.

She's either centering her chi or taking a righteous nap. I think there's a really fine line between the two.

Thank you. Thankyouverymuch.

Sometimes you just have to post a picture of a pretty girl.

One day, those eyes are gonna cause me nothing but trouble...

Lucy just loves her babies and they love her. (and yes, Reagan's hair has come back in now.)

It had to happen.

Really, what's the point of having more than one kid if you can't make them dress in matching pajamas occassionally (Thanks to Marmie). And to my friend with a one year old and a seventeen year old, I'll be watching for pictures of that.

Here we have a sweet little thing sitting in her swing watching the world go by...as much of it as she can see from the living room, anyway.

So...

We now return to the Reagan Elizabeth Anne Foley blog, already in progress...

Most people aren't aware that some infants come with a "special options package". Reagan came with factory-installed martial arts capabilities. In this photo she's laying serious "Elvis karate" on the purple bird. Purple bird didn't stand a chance.

It's the same old story. You go to the gym. You're working out, getting your cardio up...and you fall asleep between sets. You're lying if you say you've never done it.

Here we have a proud grandmother around Thanksgiving pretending Reagan is a sock-puppet. Those two were nearly inseparable through the holidays.

I don't know. Lucy just seems to have great communication skillz with the tiny bi-peds. They love her and she loves them.

Time to catch up a little...

Here is squeaky at just about 1 month sitting with a friend in her brothers chair.