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On Thursday, Rebekah was invited to a birthday party for another little girl at our church. It was going to be a dress-up tea party. I was so excited.
I adore my oldest daughter, but I’ve missed out on quite a bit of the girlie parts of having a daughter since she’s absolutely horrified by the thought of painting her fingernails and wearing a tiara.
Bekah, however, has no problem with any of this. In fact, she quite enjoys it!
We got up early to get her ready. We painted nails and added little flower stickers. We tried on a few dress up outfits before deciding the tutu with a tank top was the coolest option. We even tore the house apart looking for her princess high heels. And miraculously, we found both of them. Not true for her tiara, we found that after the party. We did wear a nice girlie, pink, butterfly headband though. It worked in a pinch.
The party was adorable. There were four little two year old girls, running around in dress up shoes, tutus, and all sorts of fine dress up items. They had their own little table with a cake and sandwiches!
And I got to hang out with a group of mom’s for awhile as our kids destroyed someone else’s house. (Sorry Kim!) It was grand fun. I am really looking forward to more girlie days with my youngest!
Bekah is at that age. She has so much to say…and her vocabulary is increasing at amazing rates…but there’s so much we just aren’t getting.
All evening she’s been singing and singing and singing. Her song has all the same sounds and words, over and over…but we have no idea what it is!
She also has a tendency to run into a room talking at full speed, imparting all this wisdom to us, ninety miles an hour. No idea what that kid is talking about…but it’s pretty obvious she knows what’s going on.
Of course, she’s getting better at communicating. We are drifting into full sentences a little more each day. I’m pretty sure she’s been tattling all week. “Momma, Landon pushed here.” “Momma, Gabbie hit.”
And today, she came to me crying with her usual, “I fall down” except when I repeated it back she added a few details. “I fall, bed.”
“No. I fall bed.”
“You fell off the bed?”
“Yes, I fall bed.”
Of course, most of our talk seems to be focused around injuries or how everyone in the house is mistreating her. You know, if I take her to the potty she screams for daddy. “Momma mean!” If he takes her, well, I’m the one she wants. And no, potty training isn’t going too well.
All this blabber turned talk is exciting…in a very bittersweet way. I love that we are sometimes communicating, yet it’s also frustrating when she’s annoyed that her ideas aren’t making it across to us. It’s also much louder in the house these days.
But mostly the bittersweet comes from one main idea… my baby is growing up.
I love it, and I don’t. I can’t decide.
I thought this was a great story my daughter’s reading teacher told me about an incident that happened in class a few weeks ago.
In my daughter’s reading class, she came across a sentence that said He was a good rapper and liked to sing.
Well, Shiloh raised her hand and asked the teacher what a rapper was. The class burst into laughter. Her teacher got the class to stop laughing and said, “Rapper, one who raps.”
Her classmates continued asking her, “Haven’t you heard of this guy or so and so.” This continued until the teacher intervened and said it’s really okay for someone to not listen to rap music and to leave Shiloh alone.
And of course, they didn’t. And Shiloh’s teacher was much impressed. And Shiloh’s mom thinks she’s one cool kid!
I fell in love with Fancy Nancy after reading her very first book several months ago. Rebekah got a Fancy Nancy doll and a few of her books for her birthday and Christmas gifts. Now, Fancy Nancy is a must at bedtime and several times throughout the day. Rebekah loves “Neesah”.
She has a Madeline doll as well that she’s quite fond of.
I never would have guessed, that I, a former jock, would be waking up early on Saturday morning to bring some nerdy ten year old child of mine to a math contest.
Life does funny things.
Wish Shiloh luck tomorrow!
This picture, and the one in the post below, were taken on November 1, Rebekah’s 2nd birthday. We spent the day at the Audubon Zoo in New Orleans. Bekah’s been to the zoo about four times before but this was the best. She loved the animals, the petting zoo (especially brushing the sheep and goats hair) and the park. She also built a tool box at a Home Depot tent. It was a blast. She got to pet an elephant and she fell in love with flamingos. Fun, fun, fun!
We so often focus on the longing to keep our babies small. I often do. Just look at this recent post. But there are really some great things about kids growing up.
I mean, for one, my ten year old can do laundry, dishes, and help with the baby. I think everyone needs a ten year old before they have a baby. No clue on how to make that one happen yet. I’ll get back with you if I figure it out.
But my favorite, or my favorite tonight (the help with the laundry sometimes gets to the top of the list) is being able to share literature!
But now that she’s reading my books, the things I read for pleasure, it’s just too much fun. Shiloh started Anne of Green Gables a few days ago. I love to hear her laughing in her room and when I inquire find out that Dianna got drunk while having tea with Anne, or Anne just managed to dye her hair green and the such. It’s so much fun to sit on her bed, or the couch and discuss the finer points of Anne’s horror at having to be rescued by Gilbert, and rejoicing when she finally got a dress with puffed sleeves.
Tonight, when I checked on her it was, “Oh Mom! Matthew died! Why did it have to be Matthew?”
And I patted her head.
I remember. I , too wondered why it had to be Matthew. I still wonder.
And I’m loving this bit of my daughter’s life.
A bit of conversation that took place between me and Baby Bekah today.
Mommy: Bekah, stop tearing up those DVD’s!
Mommy: Hey, leave those books alone!
Mommy: Ack! You just tore a page out of my Spanish Bible!
Mommy: Look here! Look at all these toys! You have toys! Play with toys!
Rebekah: No! No! No!
Mommy: You never play with them. They are collecting dust.
Mommy: Look! Look at this puppy! It barks!
Mommy: A glow worm! Rings! A piano! You can bang it and make lots of noise!
Mommy: A baby! Give the baby some love.
Mommy: Look, pull this string and this moon sings! Look! A Kitty-kitty! Don’t you want the kitty?
Mommy: Come on, play with toys!
Mommy: Toys! Toys! Toys!
Rebekah (smiling): No! No! No!
Then she reaches for a DVD.
Welcome to my life!
Pokey Slow is one of Rebekah’s many nicknames. 100 bonus points to anyone who can guess why on earth that would be one of her nicknames.
She may also be called Bekah, Rebekah-lu, Bekah-lu, Bekah-boo, Ruta-bekah, Waddle-butt and my newest favorite, Lu-lu. It’s funny how we manage to come up with billions upon billions of nicknames for our babies, and they seem to grow into their given name at around three or four, rarely to be nicknamed again. Unless of course, it’s an abbreviated name. Bekah will likely stick. I suppose I won’t think it cute to call her Pokey Slow when she’s sixteen. I doubt she’d like me very much if I did. But gosh, I really like the name Pokey Slow!
I love this picture. It’s not exactly a great shot (camera phone), but it somehow captured that adorable little waddly walk that 18 month olds have. I love, love, love this walk. It’s on my list of favorite things. It just screams sweet kissable thighs, dimpled elbows, baby-fine hair, soft skin, tiny sneakers, baby laughter and all those things that seem to be gone from our babies way too soon.