Becca wants to dye her hair blonde. Mommy compromised with some highlights. It came out a bit Bride-of-Frankenstein-ish, but still cute. She’s happy with it – she got compliments from her friends at school – but I can see the wheels starting to turn in prep her next pitch at doing the whole thing.
Becca and I are watching this video and she goes, “Rock and roll? Yeah, rock and roll Christmas!”
That’s my girl. 
So I’m in the grocery store, running down my shopping list. Milk, bread, etc. Down at the bottom, I find that someone has added an extra item: “Toys”. Wonder how that got there? Becca, looking at you.
Becca: “I really like Baby Alive. Daddy, will you buy it for me?”
Daddy: “Maybe someday, sweetie.”
Becca: “Aaaw, ‘someday’ means ‘never’.”
After a big meal.
Daddy: “Oy, I’m full.”
Becca: “Full of what?”
My baby girl can ride a two-wheeler!
So proud of her. and even better, she’s so proud of herself.
Way to go, Becca!
