Becca – Page 13 – Butterbees and Bumbleflies

The Duck

Becca continues to amaze me with her caring heart. It’s definitely her strongest character trait- to care for others.

So this time, we were at HEB shopping for groceries for the week, and she was being her usual inquisitive self. We were just finishing an in-depth conversation about how/why I pick up the packages of chicken using the little bags so that my fingers don’t touch the pack, when we rounded the corner to the bread aisle. We selected our tortillas and cut back across to the other side of the double-wide aisle, and that’s when she gasped. I followed her gaze, and I knew immediately we had a new friend.

A random shopping cart of stuff needing to be reshelved was in the center of the aisle next to a display of Hostess dessert cakes. And this cute little blue rubber ducky with an orange beak had fallen out of the cart and was all alone on the floor.

“Oh no, Mommy! That poor wittle wubber ducky is all by hisself! He fell out of the cart! He’s crying! Do you hear him crying, Mommy? We have to help him!!”

“Do you think he needs us to find his friends or do you think he found a new friend and should go home with us?”

Her eyes got wide. “Really, Mommy? Can he go home with us? Oh please? He would be so happy with me as his friend.”

All through the store, she talked to him and showed him things, and George sat with his arm around him. I wish I’d taken a picture. When we got to the baby section, we looked for his family so he could say goodbye (her idea), but couldn’t find any other rubber duckies.

“Oh Mommy, he’s the last one! No wonder he was so lonely and scared! I’m so glad we found him and can take him home! He’ll be so happy with me as his friend. I will love him and take care of him and he can play with me and the other rubber duckies every time it’s bath night!”

Once we had paid for him (he rang up a dollar- VERY well spent money!), we headed out to the car. Once inside, she determined that his name is Rainbow. Though I’m not really sure why since he only has two colors on him. But she did leave room for a name change later- “his name is Rainbow. I think. Maybe not. Or so.”

Granted, we wouldn’t be able to have done that had the tiny toy been an expensive doll or a live animal, but I love her sweet heart and the love she has for little helpless things.

Here she is with Rainbow- so proud!

Wonderful Wednesday

Normally on Wednesdays, I post the funny or cute little things Becca has said. This week, I wanted to share a conversation we had this past weekend that warmed my heart. The perfect conversation to share the day before we celebrate our Savior’s birth.

When headed back to our car at the Farmer’s Market Saturday morning, we encountered several nice folks who commented to Becca on how cute she looked. She’d grin and say “Merry Christmas” to each of them. She did look especially adorable in her bouncy ponytail and her big puffy burgundy pink coat and brightly flashing pink and white Minnie Mouse tennis shoes.

But as we turned a corner, I saw someone we couldn’t just walk by. He was an older gentleman, with a long scruffy white beard. His belly had the rounded sagginess of hunger, not of too many Christmas cookies consumed. He was far from Santa Claus, but had his life gone differently, he could have been Santa for the company Christmas party, or for his grandkids. No, instead this old guy was sitting on the metal chair on the outskirts of the band in his floppy dirty shorts and a long sleeved tshirt with holes. His shoes had seen many long hours of walking, and his prosthetic leg was well worn and beaten. He looked desperately cold, as the wind whipped between the buildings and the leaves swirled around him.

We couldn’t just walk right by him. My heart immediately ached for him. He wasn’t begging, just sitting in the chair listening to the music. I looked in our bag, surveying the goods we’d just received, and I stopped Becca. I told her- “You see that man sitting over there? We’re gonna give him some of our cherry tomatoes.” She perked up and said, “Can I give them to him?” I told her, “No, I’ll hand them to him. You hold my hand still, ok? He’s a stranger, so let Mommy talk to him.” She said, “ok.” And we walked up.

I said, “Sir, we’d like to give you a couple of these fresh juicy tomatoes we just bought, if you’d like to have them.” He replied, “oh thank you very much, ma’am!” And took off his partially intact glove to reveal a horribly unmanicured hand. I placed the three largest cherry tomatoes in his hand and said, “Merry Christmas!” He smiled, his teeth telling another sad story of a life gone terribly wrong, and he said, “Thank you, ma’am! Merry Christmas.”

As we walked toward our car, Becca was silent for a couple of long minutes. I said, “That man probably hadn’t had fresh healthy vegetables like that in a long time. I’m glad we could share some of our tomatoes with him.” She was quiet. Then she spoke. “Mommy, that man doesn’t have a coat. I think he’s probly very cold.” “Yes baby, he probably is.” “We don’t have a coat we can give him, do we?” “No, baby, we don’t.” We got into the car, and she was very quiet.

She has recently started understanding something of the concept that God keeps us in his hands, because she frequently will say things like what she said as we drove away: “God will hold him and keep him warm, right, Mommy?” “Yes, sweetheart, I’m sure He will.”

Long minutes and several Christmas songs on the stereo passed before she spoke again. “I hope he likes tomatoes. They are too squirty for me.”

There’s my girl. Always thinking. Sometimes hours or even days later still reflecting on the same topic. I feel sure we haven’t heard the last of her thoughts about the would-be Santa and those three squirty tomatoes.

God bless her sweet little heart for caring so much. As a mom, it makes my heart so warm and fuzzy inside. May we as parents never hesitate to take those moments to teach our children by our actions how to care for God’s creatures- big and small. This Christmas, I’ll be thinking about that man, and praying that God brings someone his way who can give him some better clothes, and that as Becca said, God will hold him close and keep him warm.

My girl with her sweet kitty cat, Toodles.

Candy Cane Science Experiment

When I was teaching, I remember one of my coworkers who taught 3rd grade doing this super fun experiment with her kids the day before Christmas break each year, and I thought I’d pull it out for Becca. We had a blast together.

Here’s what you’ll need:

4 clear plastic cups
Sharpee marker
3 cups HOT water (I microwaved for 2 mins)
1 tsp salt
1 tsp baking soda
1 cup vinegar
4 small candy canes
Paper to record your findings

As you can see, I labeled our cups, and drew a line where I had figured out 1 cup would be – so they’d all be equal. We poured our hot water into the three water cups, and stirred to dissolve the salt and the baking soda. Added our vinegar to the vinegar cup, then Becca did a quick taste of each candy cane to ensure authenticity and uniformity in our experiment. She said they were all real. 😉 Then, we dropped one in each cup and began to observe.

Here’s what we found… see what you find! This would be really fun to do with red and white candy canes, and then do another set with candy canes of different colors to see how different colors react.

Initial observations:
Water had the most bubbles instantly.
Baking Soda Water turned the pink the fastest and left no red on the candy cane within one minute.
The vinegar had a definite divide between the pink liquid and clear liquid – the pink didn’t float up past the top of the candy cane.
The salt water seemed to have the most pink dispersed throughout the cup.

Ten minutes later:
The candy cane in the water was totally gone.
The candy cane in the baking soda was totally gone.
The candy cane in the salt water was mostly gone – Becca predicted it’d be all gone in 4 minutes (she was right!)
The candy cane in the vinegar was just a thin white piece – she predicted it’d be all gone in 6 minutes (she was right!)

Two hours later:
All cups have a higher concentration of pink at the bottom than at the top, but the baking soda and plain water have some pink throughout. The salt water has pink settled only at the bottom, and the vinegar has pink only at the bottom.

The Gift of Giving

It’s something all parents (I’d hope, anyway) want their kids to be able to do – to give. To give of themselves, to give things they love, to give to people they love, and to give to people they’ve never even met. But how do you start teaching and nurturing that gift in your child? And when? I think the answer to when, and maybe even how, varies by child. But here’s what I did with Becca this year that seems to have started planting the seed.

She’s super into money – sorting coins is really fun for her. She doesn’t really understand or remember the values of the coins, but she understands the concept of what it’s for, and that it all adds up to equal stuff purchased at the store. Before she was born, we were given a large piggy bank for her, and over time, the coins (and a few stray $1 bills) have added up. We dump loose change into her piggy bank (and now her brother’s as well) randomly. So, I got out her coin sorting tray one day, and we dumped her piggy bank contents out on the floor. She was super excited to help me sort, and decided she would find all the pennies, and leave the silver ones for Mommy. That’s fine. We had fun with the activity, and it was great fine motor practice for her too – picking up and sorting through all those coins.

Then, we sat down and made a list of all the people she would like to buy a gift for for Christmas. She thought of most of the people on her own, though she did have prompting for a couple of them.

The next day, we went to Dollar Tree on a mission. She had her list in hand, and we talked very seriously before we got out of the car about what the expectations were for this trip. We weren’t there to buy things for her. We were there to buy specifically for the people on her list. She had a bag of quarters (and a few $1 bills) to cover her gifts and the tax. We also took three extra dollars just in case she thought of someone last minute, and also so that she would have to count out the money to the cashier.

She did a fabulous job. She got a bit “grabby” a couple of times, and I had to remind her to allow ME to take the items off the shelf for her. But I was super impressed with her thoughtfulness. She’s a very deep thinker anyway, so it was the perfect place for her to stop and think about what each person on her list would enjoy. A game for a friend, a craft for another, a candle for one family member, an airplane puzzle for another. A sudoku book, a little stuffed animal, she had a thoughtful reason for each and every gift she selected. And then we got to the checkout, and she was so proud to tell the cashier she was spending HER money to buy gifts. We had the bag of quarters pre-counted, so I handed the cashier the bag and said “This is $7. She’ll count the rest of it for you.” We had practiced at home, so she knew to start with $8 in her counting. She counted out the $1’s and I handed each $1 to the cashier as she counted it. She was excited that she got to keep some, too. (I hadn’t told her I brought extra.)

Here she is opening her bag to get her $1 bills out to count them.

She was SO proud of her receipt showing she had bought presents with her very own money.

When it came time to wrap, I had her help me wrap the presents that were going to my family in Tulsa for Thanksgiving. I’ll be perfectly honest and say that having her help wrap was very stressful for both of us. She did enjoy having me help her write on the little labels, and sticking them on the packages. She was so happy on Thanksgiving (“Thanksmas”) morning to get to give her gifts to Granny, PawPaw, and Daddy!

Since we learned from the first wrapping experience, I decided to do something totally different for the rest of her gifts. The two for friends, we put in gift bags. The gifts for family, I wrapped (while she watched) in brown paper, and then she used wet chalks to decorate the boxes. I helped her write who they were to and her name, and then we put them under our tree. She is so excited about having her gifts for family under the tree!! And I know she’ll be really excited about giving them as well.

There is nothing like seeing the excitement on your child’s face as she eagerly anticipates Christmas morning… but there’s really nothing in the world like knowing that a lot of that excitement is about GIVING her gifts that she bought. Because THAT is what Christmas is all about – remembering God’s Gift to us, and giving our gifts to others.

Wacky Wednesday

“Ribbit ribbit ribbit. I’m pretending to be a frog. Are you a big frog? I’m gonna go ribbit for a minute, ok, Mommy? I’m on my wiwy pads.” I’ll miss her cute little “accent” when she can finally pronounce /L/.

“Mommy, you’re a girl. And I’m a girl. Daddy’s a boy, just like Brother is a boy. And George is, well.” Slight pause. “George is George.” Yes, yes he is. George is George. And we’re fairly certain that at this point he has attained Velveteen Rabbit status, and is now Real. Love that monkey. He’s like one of my own kids. Geez, if anyone had ever told me that my daughter at 2 1/2 would carry around a monkey she’d had since 6 months old and would take the thing EVERYWHERE with her, I would have told them they were crazy. But George is just… well, he is. He’s family. I must admit that I will miss him when he’s not part of our daily life. Sometimes on days of tantrums and drama, his little smile while being carried around by one hand and thrown over the couch to the floor… his little smile gets me through. He loves her unconditionally, just like I do, but he doesn’t have a voice to express his frustrations. He just smiles. All the time. I love that about him. George is George.

Cody: “So what did you do today?” Becca: “We went to Chicken fil a and we saw Evan and Ms. Amy. They’re my friends.” Well, Evan is your friend, and Amy is mine… but I’m glad you love her as much as you do Evan!

“Oh bless you Bubba! You just keep sneezin, Little Brother! You need to swow down!” Proceeds to sneeze several times herself. “Oh my goodness! Mommy now it’s your turn, k?”

“I’m jumping and dancing all about!”

Playing with her penguins: “They’re waiting for the sunset. The sun is gonna go down and then it’s gonna be nighttime.”