Two of our birthday gifts to Savannah included First 100 words in French and First 1000 Words in Spanish. She loves cheese, so it's only appropriate that her first foreign word was le fromage (pronounced fromazh), the French word for cheese.
Savannah's grandparents, Amie, pronounced ahmee, and GrandDaddy were here for about a week and were able to share her 2nd birthday with us. Savannah woke from her nap to find the house full of people here just for her. She thoroughly enjoyed herself opening presents and running around on the back deck. The next day she was in a playing frenzy. When she asked where Amie went, I said, "Amie had to go home to Mississippi." For several days she has said, "Amie, Sippi." as well as "Daddy, erk." (work)
Savannah had her first guitar lesson yesterday. Besides randomly strumming up and down the guitar, we learned where the neck, the body, the strings, the pegs (that hold the strings in) and the tuner. She enjoyed herself. I'd like to get a piano to bang around on.
Happy birthday, Savannah! You're two years old today!
As I've posted earlier, Savannah is in the "My" phase. This morning Brad was putting on his deodorant, and Savannah said "My...." but had no word for it. Funny. Didn't even know what she wanted.
Savannah occasionally comes to me saying "Po'y?" requesting permission to potty. Sometimes she tinkles. Sometimes she doesn't. Last night she asked and as always I said, "Go potty." She came back less than a minute later saying, "Put", her word for poop. You guessed it! She had pooped in the potty for the first time, a proud day for a mama.
News flash. Savannah has left babyhood. Last night was the first night that Daddy and I read her a bedtime story (about getting ready for bed) instead of my nursing her. She identified with everything in the book: bath, brushing teeth, pillow, bed, etc... and eagerly went to bed as usual. She has been weened.
Several days ago, Savannah and I were sitting at the table (probably mealtime, at least it feels as if we move from meal to meal). She grabbed at things saying, "My cup!", "My book!", emphasis on the "my". So I said "Share". She responded with, "My share!"
