Rosy is 3

 Rosy is officially 3 years old.  People have been throwing  the word threenager around a lot lately and I am afraid that it  is a little too fitting in our situation.  She is a lovely little girl and also a nightmare, depending  on her mood.  She is extremely clever and loves to make everyone laugh.  She is a great dancer and always has something  interesting  to say.  In fact, if you never had to  tell her no or ask her to do something she didn't want to do she would be an absolute delight.

 I tried all day long to take pictures of her and she didn't want them. 

 I usually try to let the kids pick what they want to do and what they want to eat on their birthdays.  When I asked her what she wanted to eat she just said  "food." When I pushed her for a more specific answer she said, "Treats." When I told her that treats were not for dinner she disagreed.

Finally after  a couple of  days she said that she wanted to eat at Taco Time. (I think she was coached by Rocky.)   The only thing she really wanted as a gift was Goldfish.

It was particularly strange that the  most opinionated member of our family suddenly had no opinions.  That is  kind of her way though, to be as difficult as possible.

We spent the morning  selling cookies that Daisy made  at a yard sale.  We were trying to raise money to send to Syrian Refugees.  Rosy would stop every person that walked  by on  their way to the Duck game  and in the cutest voice you have ever heard ask, "You want a cookie?"
They made a lot of money.
It  is impossible to say no to that kind of cuteness.

 The only other  thing that she wanted was an orange.   So we wrapped a bunch of them up and gave them to her.  She was pleased.

 This Taco Time photo really makes me laugh because she is totally making a fake happy face.  Her eyes are clearly not into it.

 She did not want to blow out candles on her half-eaten brownie cake...she was scared of the flames.  

A  word on the cake.  I had planned on selling the brownies at the yard sale and making the cupcakes that the birthday girl had requested but when I tried to get them  out of the pan they just fell apart.  So instead we just threw a few candles on top and called it good. 
And Rosy was just a doll the entire day.  She didn't even get to do anything that she actually wanted to do but she was just thrilled  with everything.    When she turns on the charm  she is irresistible.   She has  that curly blonde hair and  giant eyes and a huge vocabulary and as big of a stinker  as she sometimes is you just can't help but find her wonderful.  She has a giant soul crammed into her little body and I don't know what we would do without her in our family.

Her favorite color is orange, obviously.
Her favorite toy is 'just books.'
Her favorite thing in the whole world is her baby Ike.  She truly does adore him. She also loves  her  big sisters and loves getting into their stuff when they are at school.  She gives great hugs when she is in the mood, don't touch her otherwise.  She is hilarious, she will compliment strangers on  their skirts and sweaters.  She loves to wear her "I Love My Ducks" shirt and her "Awesome Like Mom"  jammies.  She also really likes p'dots.  She wants to wear a dress every single day and if the dresses are all dirty a skirt can sometimes be a replacement.  She is very literal and will correct you if she thinks you don't  understand  if something is pretend.  She can scream really, really loudly but after  she is done she will get all snuggly and sweet so usually it is best to just let  her  scream.  She loves her grandparents and pretends to talk to them all the time on her toy phone.   She tells people to call her Rosita,  Georgie, or Sugar  depending on her mood.  She is definitely one of a kind and I love her so much.