Saturday, September 26, 2015
Rosy is 3
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.
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.
Posted by Marci at 12:20 PM