Rebecca was playing with one of our old cell phones and held it to her ear. “Hey-o?”
I used my “finger phone.” “Hi, Rebecca. How are you?”
“Gud.”
“What are you doing?”
“Nuffing. Watcha TV. Fee Ferm.” [Phineas & Ferb]
Rebecca really looked forward to her birthday this year (probably mostly because Hayden thought it was exciting). I kept having to tell her that it wasn’t her birthday yet. Finally, she got the message—whenever the subject came up, she’d say, “Becca birt-day! Nek week. Mon-ay.” [Next week. Monday.]
After her birthday, we (again, mostly Hayden) taught Rebecca her age. “How old are you?” we’d ask.
“Two!” she’d proclaim for the first week, and hold up her fingers:
After the first week, the answer changed. “How old are you?” we ask.
She’s still just as proud to proclaim her new answer: “Becca!”
Sometimes, Rebecca has rough naps. It takes her over an hour to fall asleep (though she seldom cries, so that’s good). One day, she’d been in bed for 90 minutes and started bawling. I came in to get her.
“Becca ‘wake,” she told me piteously.
“I can hear that.”
“Becca ky.” [cry]
“Did you sleep at all?”
“Uh huh.” She holds up her fingers the same as above. “One minnut.” (She also likes to tell me “one minnut” when she wants me to wait for her.)
Last week, Rebecca got sent to her room for the first time. She and Hayden had been fighting, so they both got sent to their room. Rebecca submitted peacefully, allowing me to lead her to her room, and sitting quietly in the arm chair there. She insisted I close the door. (This was probably because Hayden threw his usual screaming fit at the mere mention of being sent to his room, and as always, I had to physically drag him there. Maturity FTW.)
After Rebecca’s two minutes were up, I opened the door and invited her to come out. (Hayden was still screaming at this point, laying over the threshold to his room.) Rebecca preferred to stay in her room. Can’t say I blame her.
Later that day, something happened to upset her while she was in another room. “I go my woom!” she announced to her father amid her tears.
I found her there, laying on the arm chair, crying, a few minutes later. “What’s wrong?” I asked.
“I sad.” [Biggest frown in the world]
“Can I hold you to help you feel better?”
“No. Me’cine [medicine] help me feel better.”
Edited to add: whenever she thinks I’m upset, she uses her cutest, most innocent tone: “Sumping wong, Mommy? Needa Pinky?”
What are your favorite kid moments recently? Or what are your favorite toddler moments?
2 replies on “Snippets of Rebecca”
My latest moments are a bit bittersweet–my older kids watch my youngest and ooh and aah over how cute she is with the things she says and does. And then I remember how THEY did the same kinds of things and have all grown up. Sniff.
Ah! So cute!