Happy 9th Birthday Precious Reagan

Thursday, February 28th was our precious Reagan's 9th birthday. It is truly, truly unbelievable that nine years have already passed since the day she graced us with her presence. She has been a pure joy every day of her life.
We started the day off with the door draped in the "birthday curtain" that our girls have come to expect. Reagan literally awakens each day with a smile on her face and a bright "good morning, I love you momma". We surprised Reagan this morning with the news that we would be taking her to a Thrashers game. She is a HUGE fan of Thrashers hockey. She will sit and watch games with Romeo, and she knows all the latest player trades, player names, numbers, etc. I guess in that regard, she's our "boy". So, she was super excited! We went by Chick fil A for breakfast before school. She also got two nice surprises at school. Jason Ray came during her lunch time with chocolate and a gift card, and her Mimi came with her gift and cupcakes for the entire class.

Reagan and Sophie enjoying their chocolate milk in bed.

Today was "Cowboy Day" for the third grade at our school. Our story this week had to do with cowboys, so we had all the kids dress up- us teachers included (yep, that included me.). Also, we served traditional "cowboy" food. In case you don't know what that is...pork and beans, sour dough bread, and black coffee. Anyway...hence, the reason Reagan is dressed like this for school.

This picture positively cracks me up. Let me explain. This is in the parking lot before going in to the hockey game. What is my husband doing you ask? Well, he is stuffing the girls' pockets full of contraband. He doesn't like the price of peanuts in the arena, and adults now get searched before entering, so he fills the girls' pockets with peanuts. Who would search an innocent looking little girl? He would make Clark Howard so proud.

Daddy with his hockey loving girls

We had GREAT seats! "Clark" got them for half price.

Our buddy Richard Bomar, "Uncle Bo", went with us.

Do you think we look alike?

This little jewel is the reason I like hockey. It's the world's greatest pretzel. It's called a Wetzel Pretzel. It's worth an hour drive to Atlanta just for this!

Of course we can't go to Atlanta without coming home with some hot ones. They were so hot we had to let them cool for a few minutes.

The perfect ending to what Reagan called "the best birthday ever"!