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March 30, 2002

ThomasPacheco.org

Savannah is praying for a friend named Thomas, and you should too! He was diagnosed with a rare form of cancer recently and now faces treatment. He is a bright, creative and brave little boy. If you want to meet him and help out his family, go to ThomasPacheco.org. His father had a great idea to not only cover the costs that health insurance won't but to help make Thomas proud. Check it out, and spread the word!

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March 27, 2002

The fridge is mine.

If Savannah had any idea what I eat after she goes to sleep.... :9

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March 23, 2002

The sweetest baby

Tonight as we were all piling into the van, Brad, like so many times before, said that Savannah was "the sweetest baby in the world." She cheerfully resopnded, "Like Jesus!"

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March 19, 2002

Sleeping like a baby

It's hard for parents of a little one to understand what the phrase "sleeping like a baby" means. A synonym for it is "relief." I've always thought Savannah looks like a different person when she's asleep. Her face is perfectly relaxed. Something I don't think adults can do, with the years of stress behind them. She went quietly off to sleep this afternoon, with a small amount of pleasant babbling to herself. You'd think with 2 1/2 years of experience, she'd know how by now. But she's given me so much grief lately, calling me, one way or another, back into her room: a tissue, pottying, a tuck-in and a hug and kiss. This Sunday I brought Brad in with me to her bedroom, and in a sense we ganged up on her. There is power in numbers. I know what that means. It's why we were not meant to raise a child on our own.

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March 14, 2002

"Salad"

It was a beautiful day today, so Savannah and I spent some time in the backyard. I brought her little wagon out so she could make a "salad." The rocks were tomatoes, the leaves, lettuce and spinach. We turned sticks into carrots, grass into bean sprouts, acorn tops into mushrooms, and finally, the cedar chips were red cabbage. She played and played at it, gathering so many "tomatoes" she couldn't pull the wagon through the grass.

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March 12, 2002

ips

Today is the first day Savannah zipped up her jacket all by herself, only she says "ips."

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ing

Savannah's been using ing verbs. Of course she drops the g. It's the Arkansas in her.

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March 8, 2002

Feeling left out

At nap or bed time, Savannah calls to us from her bed, "Don't go downstairs - watch anudder cartoon." or "Don't talk!" or "Don't eat i ceem sandich." or "Don't eat i ceem bowl."

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Words and Buttons

For a few weeks Savannah's been using past tense and plurals. She's recently added 'es' onto some of her plurals, such as, clothes-es. While incorrect, I know she's listening. She's also conquering buttons. Betty made Brad a "Do Book" years ago with buttons, a zipper and lacing up, etc. The day after buttoning in the book, she didn't want my help anymore with her sweater.

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March 4, 2002

Another Stage

She's entering a combo stage of this sharing/mine attitude. She wants to make sure I have an ice cream sandwich but has little intention of giving me any of hers.

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