I’m not sure who she inherited this from, but Reagan is going through a phase where she could care less about clothes. Thankfully I’m able to keep her distracted enough (most of the time) so she forgets she can now undress herself. But then there are days like today when that’s not the case.

I knew it was going to be one of those days when it was a battle to get her clothes on this morning. Then, just a little bit ago, I stepped out into our front yard to take the dogs out. I was only out of the house for two minutes. I come back and Reagan is proudly prancing around the living room in just her diaper. A few very short minutes later, I’m changing Noah’s diaper (the 21 month old I watch during the week), I look over and see Griffin sniffing a discarded diaper on the floor. I realize that Reagan had gotten rid of her diaper and was now sitting quietly on her princess chair, watching TV, butt naked, as if nothing unusual was happening.

I was able to get her back in her diaper, but she’s still resisting clothes. Sigh. Oh wait, I was wrong…I just heard Hannah say, “Reagan, stop taking your diaper off!” Guess that’s my que.