Savannah's Weblog

This winter she has played outside more than other winters. She's sleeping good too. After preschool, the children like to play tag in the schoolyard while the parents chat. "Catch me. Catch me." It's cute. Seth tries too.

I stepped outside with her today for the first time in a long while. Seth was napping, so I took the opportunity to get some fresh air and enjoy her outside. She has been playing outside this winter very happily by herself. I don't know that I helped things. She wanted me to do things that I'm not up to, like climbing up on, or under, her kiddie slide and playing tag :) I felt like I was telling her no a lot. Mamas can't do that with a big belly and so on. So I'll just let her play outside happily by herself for a while longer.

Spring is muddy, so I'll wait to take Seth out. Last summer he couldn't walk. This will be a fun summer for them both. More than two years ago I watched her playing outside with only me as her playmate and thought she needed a friend her age. It took me a while, but she'll have one this summer!

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Driving past a cemetery a couple of months ago, Savannah said she didn't want to turn in to that. I told her that when people die, they do not turn in to tombstones. I had already explained to her that a soul is what feels love and anger and all that. Our bodies go underground when we die. Our souls go to be with God.

She was still not comfortable with the whole idea, and wondered if everybody has to go to a cemetery. I told her no, not everyone goes there, although it's way too soon to discuss cremation. I left it at that. So much to process.

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Sadly, Savannah and I were getting her clothes out for preschool this morning and she had a massive sneeze. Apparently, what was left of her cold had to be cleared out.

I hated to keep her out of class today because of the party and the cards and all, but I knew her teachers would not be happy about wiping what I wiped from her nose this morning.

Her nose did not give us any more surprises though. Next time I'll probably send her anyway, and just keep my cell handy as usual.

She was sad when I first told her she shouldn't go after what came out of her nose. But it didn't take much to talk her into having a special day at the mall. She was happy and energetic enough. We did the ice cream and two rides that Seth got to share with her too. And the heart stuff at GapKids was on sale :)

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A fond memory of mine is getting a box of Valentine's cards, going through them and deciding which friend got which card. They were always full of red hearts with variations of "Be my Valentine" on them.

I picked up a box at Wal-Mart yesterday for Savannah. It was full of kittens and puppies. I filled out the names, and we folded them. She sealed them with a heart sticker. I didn't realize that they were very small cards. All I saw there were cheap ones, and I'm disappointed that they aren't more impressive. I don't want her to see a lot of big, beautiful cards from all the other students. I'm hoping other mothers went to Wal-Mart at the last minute.

Yesterday after we put the cards together she said, "Thank you, Mama, for getting me these cards." It was nice because it was sincere and not a thank you she had to think about.

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Seth climbed up in Savannah's chair after lunch to find her leftovers, a bowl full of grapes which is one of his favorites. She stepped over to help and pulled them off the little vine for him. He finished them and played with the bowl a while.

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The prayer she likes to repeat is, "Thank you God for this food and for everything in the world, except scary things. In Jesus we pray Lerd, Amen."

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When she's coughing and wants a pat on the back she says, "Back me up."

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Looking through our wedding photos, specifically at the bridesmaids and the groomsmen, she asked, "Is this Daddy's team?" and "Is this your team?" I answered yes.

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She is still pronouncing her "oi" sound like "ay."

Coin = Cain
Boy = Bay
Oil = Ail
and the funniest one: A pig says "Aink, aink."

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Lately, she reaches behind her neck to pull imaginary things out of her "shell." "What do you need Mom?" she asks. She claims she has everything in there. I think she does. Yesterday I got a candy bar and a glass of milk.

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I hesitate to write about her disobedience, I think because I don't want to remember it when I'm old nor for her to dwell on it when she reads this years from now.

But there's something about playing in the snow. She's not wearing ear muffs. But she does not come when she's called. Today, one time, was an exception. I told her before preschool that I would let her play in the snow when I came to pick her up, but she had to come when I called or she wouldn't get to play in the snow after school on Friday. She came when I called. But when we got home, trying to get her into the house, she had another problem listening.

It has gotten better. I used to have to go after her, take her by the hand, and really pull her to come along. I'd have Seth on my hip, baby in my belly getting bigger and she would start pulling on my arm to get back to the snow. It's infuriating. I have no tolerance for that nor for not coming when called.

Actually I'm scared. If I don't nip this in the bud, she'll be running the show at 14, and after hearing mother's of older children, that just cannot happen.

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She is mostly good to her brother. It's her bedroom that she still gets possessive over. He will sometimes be cast out, stand at the door crying his rejected cry. I can still occasionally say the right thing to prick her little heart. She lets him back in. Otherwise he comes to me with his pitiful sob.

They still often hold hands in the van, all the way to Bible study tonight, all the way back home. Sadly, that part will change soon. She'll go into the back seat. I hope she has taught him enough that he holds the new baby's hand.

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