While we were at Yellowstone, Rebecca had a neat idea for an activity while waiting for Old Faithful:
Yeeeah. Not recommended. (The dancing, not the watching.)
In other news, over the weekend I refinished the cabinets while Ryan was out of town. What did he think?
Hayden has “graduated” from Kindergarten (though he still has a little school left):
Rebecca has gone undercover:
Rachel? She should be dancin. (Yeah!) (RIP, Robin Gibb.)
Rachel is learning new words every week. Two of my recent favorites include “Yah” and “Suh” (sure). (That also kind of worries me that I’m raising the world’s most flippant one-year-old….)
However, it’s hard to beat this one:
Rebecca is three and a half now (and she’ll gladly tell you this!). And let me tell you—we love to hear her talk. And sing. Here are some cute phrases from her I’ve collected over the last few months:
One afternoon, she was playing with Hayden and his fire truck. Seeking his attention, she exclaimed, “I’m a fiwe [fire]! Buwn buwn buwn buwn!”
It worked.
A couple months ago we had a mouse. In our house. Shudder.
Rebecca’s reaction, however, was on the other end of the spectrum. “Mayme we can do sumping nice fow de mouse!” [Maybe we can do something nice for the mouse!]
We decided not to, however, and trapped and killed it. When I explained this all to Rebecca, she concluded, “Dewe awe no wive mice in ours wowd [world].”
Rebecca climbed onto Hayden’s bike, but couldn’t make it go. I asked if she needed something. She said she did.
“A new bike. It’s whoa on enderdy [energy].”
Rebecca had some . . . bathroom issues recently. It looks like she’s all better now, but at once upon a time, I told her her bummy was telling her it was time to poop. She narrowed her eyes at me. “Bummies can’t talk ’cause dey awe not awive.” She lowered her eyes and her voice. “Duh.”
Finally, my sister recorded this original composition by Rebecca a couple weeks ago:
Is over on the MamaBlogga Facebook Page, largely because that was the only way to get the video off Ryan’s cell camera.
Check out the cute video of Rachel’s latest song and dance. Five words: interpretive dance and JAZZ HANDS. I’m so not joking!
Rachel is in a really cute phase. If you hold out your arms to her, she runs to you. Her sense of humor is really developing; she teases and giggles and laughs at the drop of a hat. And she loves to dance!
My mom made the purple tiger (okay, I see that they’re zebra now) pants. She’s got some great pajama pants tips!
On the off chance you’re wondering, she’s growing. She turned 19 months last Thursday, and she visited the doctor recently and she’s 22+ lbs and 30+ inches. She seems even bigger to me!
We were worried about her language at her 15 month appointment, when she didn’t even say “Mama” or “Dada.” The doctor said to wait until 18 months to see if she started talking. And she did! She has about 15 words now, including [always whispered] “titititi” (tickle), “h’ow” (hello), “buhbuh” (bubble), and “deydis” (there it is).
And best of all, she picked up another word in the middle of her exam. Hayden tried to take the toy she was playing with and Rachel declared, “MY!”