Boys are Stinky

Rebecca has been very interested in boys vs. girls.  If we're going to a restaurant, for example, she'll want to know if our server is going to be a boy or a girl.  Or, today I told her we needed to get her hair trimmed and she asked if the person would be a boy or a girl.  Why, does she need to know this, you might ask?  Well, if you ask her, the answer will be that she wants a girl because "boys are stinky".  Where did she get that from?  (Ummm...that would be me).  Even I say, "what about Daddy - he's a boy - is he stinky"?  "Yes". What about Grandpa?  Yep.  All boys are stinky.  (Kinda true - good she learns this at a young age).

I don't have a ton of pics this week, but there are a few - and some funny things she's said.

She went to her very first birthday party a couple weeks ago for her buddy Wyatt from school.  Here they are watching the train.  She had a blast.

Bouncer at Wyatt's party.

Family pic...drinking Slurpees for my friend Rachel's birthday!

Rebecca in her fort that Daddy built for her.  It didn't last too long, since she thought she could climb up on the roof and it would hold her.

And I hope you can all hear this.  It's a video, but there's not really anything to see except a closed door.  What you'll hear is Rebecca singing a crazy made up song when she is supposed to be taking a nap!!

And here are two funny conversations.

This first one took place at 4 am on Saturday morning.  I told her on Friday night that the next day, we would go and order her birthday cake. She was pretty excited.  So, she wakes up at 4:00.  Wide awake and says she's ready to go to the cake store.  I told her it's still night time and she needs to go back to bed.  She cried and screamed and carried on.  I left the room hoping she'd calm down and fall back asleep.  No such luck.  These are some phrase she yelled from her room:

"I wanna go to the cake store...or I'm not gonna have a birthday!!!  AT ALL!!!"

"My birthday's gonna be RUINED!"

No, she's not dramatic at all.

So the next one was this morning.   We've really been playing up the "you're a big girl" thing to get her ready to transition out of her crib in a couple of weeks.  So, I've told her in the past that as she gets older, she'll get to do all kinds of things...like read and write and learn new stuff, etc.

Here's the conversation from this morning:

Rebecca:   Can I drive a car when I'm big?
Me:  Yep, when you're 16
Rebecca:  Can I use sharp knives when I'm big?
Me:  (a little nervous that she's a psychopath)...Yep, when you get bigger, you can use real knives to help mommy with dinner.
Rebecca (excitedly):  Oh...there's something else I can do....What's that thing with the yellow letters?
Me:  I'm not sure what you mean (I have NO idea what she's talking about)
Rebecca (loudly and excitedly):  BURGER KING!!  I can go up the high stairs at Burger King!

Note: There's a playground at Burger King that she's a bit too small for and can't quite climb up. 

So, there you go.