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During a short time of my being really tired, Brad had watched the children long enough without me that Seth had started brushing his hands back and forth, as if dusting off crumbs like Brad does, and Savannah had started calling Seth "little fella" which is Brad's current nick name.
We told Savannah about a new baby coming. She wants a girl.
Pound cake from Starbucks; ice cream at the mall; going to the park; chicken and gravy; playdates with her girlfriend Alex; playtime before bed; Wednesday night Bible study; birthday cake; Little Bear; putting on her bathing suit to run around the house; showing off her acrobatics; paper dolls; pushing the children's shopping cart at the Bethel supermarket and we can't forget the fair!
Savannah is playing more pretend. She scoots around on her "skates", large building blocks with wheels. She pretends to slip on her helmet and fasten it under her chin. If I turn and see her, she says, "You're not supposed to watch me."
Last night, something stroking my arm came into my dream. It was Savannah, in real life, wanting company while she went to the potty. I seems being up at night alone is just strange for little ones.
She went back to bed, but a minute later I heard footsteps and a light tap, tap, tap on my arm. She said something about her oscillating fan being scary. (A couple of weeks ago she said her fan had been a giant with one big boot.)
I started talking, not knowing what I was going to say 'til I said it. I laughed and said matter-of-factly that "Mama and Daddy bought that fan at Sears. It came in a box, and Daddy put it together. You helped him. If you get scared, you just pray and Jesus will pat you on the back," patting her on the back.
I told her she could turn the fan off if she wanted, although she might get warm. After going back to her room, I heard the off button click. She went back to sleep just fine.
In addition to being off the next morning, her fan had a sweater and hat draped over it. Tonight at bedtime, she insisted on covering it again. She got agitated when I showed doubt, afraid it would over heat. I turned it off, and we covered it up with a sweater and two hats. Tomorrow we'll read David and Goliath again.
In the party store, looking for her birthday party supplies, we went down an aisle where a boy was standing. He looked about 5 or 6. He was throwing a fit, saying something like, "You always say no. No, no, no. I don't get anything in this store." There was also gibberish between some words because he was very upset.
The only thing that made me think something was different about his tantrum was that a man appearing to be his father several feet away, didn't seem very interested in calming him down. He wasn't saying no, and he wasn't giving in either. I wondered if this was normal for the boy, meaning, he had a behavioral problem. We had to pass the boy. Savannah was going to approach him, probably say, "What's wrong?" I made her take the side of the stroller and walk on past him.
Around the corner I explained that some people are just very different. We don't know why. They're just different, and we try not to stare. She walked back to catch him in her view saying, "I'm just gonna watch."
With ice cream and carrousel ride every so often, Savannah's going to bed very nicely. Since we've made her go to sleep by herself and stay in her own bed, she almost always sleeps through the night. Even I slept through the night last night.
