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.