Ryan and I were talking last night about how Rebecca didn’t really talk until she was at least 18 months old. In fact, she hardly ever even made noise until she discovered screaming at 8 months. Even her laughter was quiet: scrunching her nose and sniffing.
Yeah, those days are a distant memory now. But with the cute things she says, I guess it’s okay.
Rebecca got her first real haircut!
Just kidding! (Silly you.)
We bought a bag of Reese’s minis for Rebecca as an incentive. “Are dey gowd?”
“Yes, they’re gold.”
“Are dey gowd doub’oons? [Doubloons] . . . No, dey are just gowd.”
Rebecca gets her middle name right about half the time; the other half she thinks her middle name is the same as Hayden’s (a mistake he’s just learning to correct). But she knows Rachel’s middle name, apparently because I say it so much. She even knows what it means:
“Waychew Deana [Rachel Diana] means ‘Come hewe!'”
“Good job, Bex,” I told her as we were cleaning up.
“No, I not Bex. I jus’ one Becca!”
During Rachel’s nap one Saturday, I left the other kids playing on the computer while Ryan went to church for a bit. When I came back from my shower, Rebecca announced, “We take gooood cawe of Wachew, Mommy! We takin’ good cawe o’ ouwsewves.”
Rebecca the ice princess (note the hat and the tiara)