Sometimes I feel as if Reagan's growing skills are a metaphor for my life right now. She has been learning some killer tricks with her body lately. There is nothing more entertaining to me than watching her play on the floor. But, sometimes she has an easier time than others.
This is her at her best. She is strong, ready to rock, and she can take on anything the world throws at her.
Other days are not so awesome. She tries really hard and gets through the day, but she never quite takes off. Why did I get out of bed this morning?