Don't even think about swiping him

Savannah and I had a little chat today about our trip to Missouri. She understands that we're going on a plane, but she still thinks that we're going to end up at Grandpa's house. It's too confusing to try to tell her otherwise.

"Mama", she said, "can Pooh Bear go on the plane wif me?"

"Of course," I told her. "He can ride with you."

"Oh my goodness! Grandpa and Grandma and Jamie will be SO EXCITED to see him!"

"Oh, I'm sure they will. You're gonna share Pooh Bear with them?"

She thought about that for half a second. "Um, Sure! Is Grandpa and Grandma and Jamie going to squeeze him really tight?"

"Yes, I think so."

Savannah (running over to Pooh Bear): Do you hear that, Boy? BOOOYYYY!!!!! You're going to Grandpa's house and they are going to be so excited to see you. (She paused) Boy!!! What? No! Don't be scared! They're not going to lose you! Boy, it's ok. Don't worry.

I think Pooh Bear was sufficiently relieved that you all aren't going to lose him.

You are...

.....3 years, 3 months, and 7 days old today. Not much of a milestone, as milestones go, but the thing that is getting me today? You're starting to lose that little baby way of talking.

But you still say "f" for "th". Funder. Fink. Firsty.

Sometimes you say "b" for "v". My favorite is bech-ta-bles.

You want to know if I like something that I'm eating, and you say, "Mama, is it taste?"

When you walk outside to a mild spring day, you exclaim with all of the drama and inflection you can muster, "It's a beautiful day!" You said that to Grandma on the phone the other day and she thought it was hilarious.

Pretty soon you'll be saying thunder and think and thirsty and vegetables and tasty. And so I'm a little sad.

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