So here something that should make Jamie happy.
I was on the computer yesterday, not paying much attention to the goings-on around me, when I heard Savannah say in an excited voice, "Look, Mama! Look at me! See what I do!"
I looked. Lo and behold, she was walking towards me - on her toes, with them curled up underneath her feet and bearing all her weight.
She thought it was pretty cool. I laughed so hard and told her that Mama did that when she was her exact age.
And I have never shown her how to do it, which leads me to believe it is somehow genetic.
Incidentally, I can still do it, although with considerably less ease than when I was a 40 pounder. Just in case you were wondering.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
More than
Mommy: I love you more than....a thousand pieces of cake.
Savannah: (looks at me with uncertainty) Oh..nice!
Mommy: I love you more than...two thousand cookies!
Savannah: Oh! Cookies.
Mommy: I love you more than mashed potatoes....
Savannah (starting to get the hang of it): I love you more than....my Dora cake !(said triumphantly)
Mommy: Awww....you do? That's so nice.
Savannah: Uh huh...and my Diego one too!
Mommy: Awww, so nice. Hmmm....let's see...I love you more than puzzles!
Savannah: Oh, yes, puzzles....do you want to do a puzzle now, Mommy? Yo-er case yetters?
She scrambles to get the yo-er case yetters and the game is over.
Savannah: (looks at me with uncertainty) Oh..nice!
Mommy: I love you more than...two thousand cookies!
Savannah: Oh! Cookies.
Mommy: I love you more than mashed potatoes....
Savannah (starting to get the hang of it): I love you more than....my Dora cake !(said triumphantly)
Mommy: Awww....you do? That's so nice.
Savannah: Uh huh...and my Diego one too!
Mommy: Awww, so nice. Hmmm....let's see...I love you more than puzzles!
Savannah: Oh, yes, puzzles....do you want to do a puzzle now, Mommy? Yo-er case yetters?
She scrambles to get the yo-er case yetters and the game is over.
You got a fast car...I want a ticket to anywhere...
I am not sure when it started, her fascination with driving. I know that when she was 2, instead of climbing into her car seat, she would try to detour into the front seat to drive and would get so mad when we wouldn't let her.
This past December, we went to a place called Hoopz for Gideon's birthday party. It is one of those indoor play places with huge inflatable slides and jumpers, and climbing structures and slides. A veritable playland heaven for kids. But do you think that was the main attraction for Savannah?
Oh, no. After going down the slides about two times, she announced that she wanted to go back out to the main lobby area area where they have two of those arcade-style driving things with steering wheels and drivers seats. She made me sit in one and she sat in the other, happy as a clam, and drove until they called us for cake.
She recently resurrected an old purple teether that she used to use back in the day for....well, teething. It is a spongy old thing in the shape of a circle, and she has latched onto it as her "driver".
As in, "Mama, where is my driver? I need to go to the store..."
And then a frantic hunt throughout the house ensues as we search for the purple driver, and then when it is found, there is great rejoicing. And then she squeezes herself amongst the mound of pillows on my bed - this is her car. She situates Pooh Bear and whoever else is lucky enough to come along next to her, and she drives herself to the store. And she informs me that she is getting nutritious things, like blueberries, and spinach, and broccoli, and carrots. And a donut.
Jamie gave her a puzzle with uppercase and lowercase letters for her birthday, which she calls her "yo-ercase yetters puzzle". Of course it has two round "O"'s. Whenever we do the puzzle, she gives one O to me and keeps one for herself, and then says, "Let's drive!" And then we have to sit there for about 10 seconds and turn our respective steering wheels.
This past December, we went to a place called Hoopz for Gideon's birthday party. It is one of those indoor play places with huge inflatable slides and jumpers, and climbing structures and slides. A veritable playland heaven for kids. But do you think that was the main attraction for Savannah?
Oh, no. After going down the slides about two times, she announced that she wanted to go back out to the main lobby area area where they have two of those arcade-style driving things with steering wheels and drivers seats. She made me sit in one and she sat in the other, happy as a clam, and drove until they called us for cake.
She recently resurrected an old purple teether that she used to use back in the day for....well, teething. It is a spongy old thing in the shape of a circle, and she has latched onto it as her "driver".
As in, "Mama, where is my driver? I need to go to the store..."
And then a frantic hunt throughout the house ensues as we search for the purple driver, and then when it is found, there is great rejoicing. And then she squeezes herself amongst the mound of pillows on my bed - this is her car. She situates Pooh Bear and whoever else is lucky enough to come along next to her, and she drives herself to the store. And she informs me that she is getting nutritious things, like blueberries, and spinach, and broccoli, and carrots. And a donut.
Jamie gave her a puzzle with uppercase and lowercase letters for her birthday, which she calls her "yo-ercase yetters puzzle". Of course it has two round "O"'s. Whenever we do the puzzle, she gives one O to me and keeps one for herself, and then says, "Let's drive!" And then we have to sit there for about 10 seconds and turn our respective steering wheels.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Oh be careful little ears...
I just cannot believe how much Savannah is comprehending these days. Ricardo and I can no longer talk about whatever we want to around her, because before we know it, a little baby voice joins our conversation and parrots back to us exactly what we have just been talking about. With a modicum of understanding, just enough to get things skewed.
So I was telling Ricardo yesterday that Ana had called and wanted to do a baby shower for Tara. She wanted me to call and ask Tara if she was ok with it, and so I did, and she was, but only if it was a very small ordeal. So I called Ana back and told her. And then apparently Ana didn't like the fact that Tara was only inviting like 3 people, so then Ana called Tara and told her she needed to invite more people. Tara said ok, fine, and then beefed up her list a little.
So I am relating all of this to Ricardo, who in reality probably didn't care about all of the silly girl drama, but listened anyway.
"So Ana was really pushing Tara to invite more people", I said. "She didn't think 3 or 4 people was enough for a baby shower, and so Tara is going to invite like 10 people, I think."
"Really?" said Ricardo.
And them the mini voice piped in.
"Uh...Uh....Uh....(her brain works way faster than her mouth and so she stutters a lot in her effort to keep up with it all) Ana pushed Tara? And she has to take a shower so she can be safe?"
After we wiped the tears of laughter from our eyes, during which Savannah eyed us dubiously, not having the slightest clue as to what was so funny, I hurried to set the record straight.
"No, no, no. Ana didn't PUSH Tara, baby. When somebody has a party for a new baby, like Tara's new baby, it's called a baby shower. And Ana wanted Tara to have lots of people! She DID NOT push her. "
Not sure where the safe part came in. I suppose she thought that Tara had to hide in the shower to get away from Ana who was doing all of this pushing.
This is how rumors get started, isn't it?
So I was telling Ricardo yesterday that Ana had called and wanted to do a baby shower for Tara. She wanted me to call and ask Tara if she was ok with it, and so I did, and she was, but only if it was a very small ordeal. So I called Ana back and told her. And then apparently Ana didn't like the fact that Tara was only inviting like 3 people, so then Ana called Tara and told her she needed to invite more people. Tara said ok, fine, and then beefed up her list a little.
So I am relating all of this to Ricardo, who in reality probably didn't care about all of the silly girl drama, but listened anyway.
"So Ana was really pushing Tara to invite more people", I said. "She didn't think 3 or 4 people was enough for a baby shower, and so Tara is going to invite like 10 people, I think."
"Really?" said Ricardo.
And them the mini voice piped in.
"Uh...Uh....Uh....(her brain works way faster than her mouth and so she stutters a lot in her effort to keep up with it all) Ana pushed Tara? And she has to take a shower so she can be safe?"
After we wiped the tears of laughter from our eyes, during which Savannah eyed us dubiously, not having the slightest clue as to what was so funny, I hurried to set the record straight.
"No, no, no. Ana didn't PUSH Tara, baby. When somebody has a party for a new baby, like Tara's new baby, it's called a baby shower. And Ana wanted Tara to have lots of people! She DID NOT push her. "
Not sure where the safe part came in. I suppose she thought that Tara had to hide in the shower to get away from Ana who was doing all of this pushing.
This is how rumors get started, isn't it?
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Banana
I panicked yesterday.
Savannah asked for a banana, much like she does every day. She said it in her peculiar little way, with the last 2 "a's" pronounced like short "o's", as if she originated from a European country.
And then the panic hit as I realized that I couldn't remember how she used to say it. It used to make us laugh so hard, and without me even realizing it, she stopped saying it like that one day. I asked Ricardo if he remembered. He didn't. Then - relief! - I remembered. She would bounce her tongue between her lips and say, "I want a lub-lub-lub-lub" (just try it...you'll see what I mean). We thought it was the cutest thing ever. And we didn't even realize when she stopped.
Such bittersweetness, this growing up business. How proud we are when she learns something new, when her pronunciations become clearer, when she comes up with something clever on her own. But each success and milestone means that she is leaving something behind, something so precious and fleeting that we probably won't even remember most of the things that brought us so much joy.
And so that is the reason for this new blog. Just a daily (ok, maybe just weekly) record of those things I don't want to forget. I will warn you of possible boredom - stats, sayings, pronunciations, things I think are cute. Things that would likely bore others that are not so in love with her to tears.
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She is into praying for our food lately. Ricardo will start, and she cuts in immediately with "I can do it, I can do it." And then she launches into something like this:
Dear Jesus, thank you for food, bless it to my bo-dy, thank you for daddy's work,and his church, and for Mommy's cake, and the red and green (the cheesecake squares I made for the Christmas Cookie Exchange, which she was so convinced was my birthday cake, and still gives thanks for to this day), for my eggies and blueberries....
And then Ricardo, whose own eggies are getting cold, cuts her off and says..."and thanks for the food, in Jesus Name, Amen!" And if she's not done yet, she continues on with the prayer even as she forks food into her mouth.
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We have been half-heartedly trying to break her of the thumb-sucking. I say half-heartedly because there are times when she is out of control crying from exhaustion, and I tell her, "Just suck your thumb and be quiet for awhile!" Nice, huh? But then other times, I will tell her that she's a big girl, that she's 3 now and that 3 year old's don't suck their thumb. And she will think about it, and take her thumb out.
But then at nighttime, on those evenings when we have just recently had the talk, she will say pleadingly, "Mama, I suck my fum?"
And I'll tell her, "No, baby. No more thumb."
"Please, mama! Please can I suck my fum?"
Oh, it kills me. Really it does. And so I tell her, "Ok, just a little bit. Not too much."
And with great satisfaction, she plugs it into her mouth, and all is right in her little world.
Savannah asked for a banana, much like she does every day. She said it in her peculiar little way, with the last 2 "a's" pronounced like short "o's", as if she originated from a European country.
And then the panic hit as I realized that I couldn't remember how she used to say it. It used to make us laugh so hard, and without me even realizing it, she stopped saying it like that one day. I asked Ricardo if he remembered. He didn't. Then - relief! - I remembered. She would bounce her tongue between her lips and say, "I want a lub-lub-lub-lub" (just try it...you'll see what I mean). We thought it was the cutest thing ever. And we didn't even realize when she stopped.
Such bittersweetness, this growing up business. How proud we are when she learns something new, when her pronunciations become clearer, when she comes up with something clever on her own. But each success and milestone means that she is leaving something behind, something so precious and fleeting that we probably won't even remember most of the things that brought us so much joy.
And so that is the reason for this new blog. Just a daily (ok, maybe just weekly) record of those things I don't want to forget. I will warn you of possible boredom - stats, sayings, pronunciations, things I think are cute. Things that would likely bore others that are not so in love with her to tears.
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She is into praying for our food lately. Ricardo will start, and she cuts in immediately with "I can do it, I can do it." And then she launches into something like this:
Dear Jesus, thank you for food, bless it to my bo-dy, thank you for daddy's work,and his church, and for Mommy's cake, and the red and green (the cheesecake squares I made for the Christmas Cookie Exchange, which she was so convinced was my birthday cake, and still gives thanks for to this day), for my eggies and blueberries....
And then Ricardo, whose own eggies are getting cold, cuts her off and says..."and thanks for the food, in Jesus Name, Amen!" And if she's not done yet, she continues on with the prayer even as she forks food into her mouth.
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We have been half-heartedly trying to break her of the thumb-sucking. I say half-heartedly because there are times when she is out of control crying from exhaustion, and I tell her, "Just suck your thumb and be quiet for awhile!" Nice, huh? But then other times, I will tell her that she's a big girl, that she's 3 now and that 3 year old's don't suck their thumb. And she will think about it, and take her thumb out.
But then at nighttime, on those evenings when we have just recently had the talk, she will say pleadingly, "Mama, I suck my fum?"
And I'll tell her, "No, baby. No more thumb."
"Please, mama! Please can I suck my fum?"
Oh, it kills me. Really it does. And so I tell her, "Ok, just a little bit. Not too much."
And with great satisfaction, she plugs it into her mouth, and all is right in her little world.
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