This Past Week

Super Duck--

Swinging with Dad--

MOMs Club Egg Hunt--

Easter Parade

And here's the video--

The Dreaded 2-4 Shift

Some days, during the time when she would previously take a nap, Rebecca just snaps. Give her a little alone time? This is what happens if she's not kept busy/supervised during the 2-4 time slot I've come to dread. She wedged herself between the changing table and wall and managed to push the table out far enough to open the cabinet I had previously kept blocked off with the aforementioned table. The cabinet was storage for all the random ceramic things/glass picture frames that were no longer safe in their former locations. I told her the pictures were to serve as proof to Dad about how big of a mess she'd made, then went to put the camera away and stifle a giggle before heading in to clean up the mess. That gave her just enough time to have the ducks start kissing each other, causing the larger to lose his head. Oh well---I hated those ducks anyway.

Who's Tough Now?

Rebecca was swinging her legs in the grocery cart the other day--hard. And since Rich was pushing the cart ummm, you know. He had to walk it off for a while, poor guy. A few days later they were talking about her bruises. "It's okay," she said, "I'm a little tough." She says that whenever she falls down lately.

"You get that from me," Dad said. "I'm tough, too."

"How come you weren't tough when I kicked you at the grocery store?"

And in other news:

"Hot hot lava is stuff that's really, really hot that turns into solid rock."

"Who told you that?"

"Daddy. He told me and now I know it better than him."

And yesterday she asked for water balloons, but I told her it was too cold. She immediately grabbed the hose and sprayed it right up my skirt. Then, on her way to timeout, she started screaming, "WAIT!! Can I tell you the TRUTH??" (The truth is you sprayed water up my skirt.) After time out, I let her tell me. Turns out the "truth" was that she was using the hose as a water balloon since I wouldn't give her one.

Milestones

We dropped Rebecca's nap last week. She's now going to bed at eight and falling asleep at night within ten minutes and it's glorious. But I'm having a hard time adjusting to losing my mid-day break. A very hard time.

And the other one? Last night Becca brushed my hair for ten minutes, without backcombing or yanking it or anything. This may be a bigger deal than potty training.