A few cute stories from Rebecca over the last few months:
As we walked through our home airport, after three weeks’ summer vacation at Nana’s and 8 hours of traveling:
“For my birthday, I’m gonna go back to Nana’s,” Hayden proclaimed. “Becca, do you want to come with me?”
“Come wis you? Awe we gon’ get mawwied??”
While we were visiting, my wayward sisters taught Rebecca what to say when she received a proposal of marriage. I didn’t realize how deeply it’d sunken in until we’d been home a few days. Rebecca was rolling around on the floor (for fun, you know) and after a minute, I heard what she was saying:
“Whewe’s my big diamond?!”
Last night, since Hayden was sick, I brought Rebecca with me to his school’s literacy night. She was so well-behaved! I let her draw in Hayden’s notebook and she used the crayons on the table—though not always for pictures. Well, two-dimensional ones:
I asked if it was a house. She informed me, “It’s Hayden’s schoow! An’ dis ownge c’own [orange crayon] is Hayden!” After I took the picture, she added another crayon next to Hayden: “His teachew.”
I was letting Rebecca play in our fenced-in backyard while I put Rachel to bed. “Be careful,” I warned her.
“Don’t wowwy, Mommy.” She gave me a thumbs up. “I wiww be pewfectwy fine.”
“You are so funny,” I told Rebecca.
“Yes, I am.”
