Savannah's Weblog

She took her first swimming lesson Thursday afternoon. To avoid the anticipation, I didn't tell her until I picked her up from kindergarten. In the next 1 1/2 hours she still asked about 3 times when we were leaving. Like a lot of other times, I told her we'd leave in about 3 cartoons. That's how I help her gage time.

She declared she'd be in the little pool, not the big pool. The big pool seemed a bit scary to her. I just agreed because I didn't know if there was a little pool or not. When we walked into the swimming area, she started looking worried when she saw no kiddie pool. But all it took to ease her into it was seeing her peers and especially the 3 year olds hopping into the water. It was only about 2 feet deep anyway. She took her turns with the instructor, kicking in a lap, blowing out her nose into the water. It was fun. Next time, she wants to use the shower afterward. I'm still excited for her.

My mother passed on to me her fear of wasps and water. I have tried to muffle this passing to her grandchildren. It still comes through though. Savannah's swimming lessons are helping us both.

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Savannah often insists on facilitating her own bath. She wants to do it all, wet and soap her hair and soap up the rest of her. Then she wants to do all the rinsing. So I give her some time to show her I don't mind that she does it all, but I have to come back later, usually to do it all anyway because she's been playing.

Last night I went back into the bathroom and found she hadn't gotten very far. I said, "Looks like you may need some supervision." As I sat down on the toilet (lid down of course), I sat down on the extra bath toys that were crowding her in the tub. When she heard my exclamation, from surprise, and some tushy pain, Savannah said, "Hmmm, I guess you don't have super vision."

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Saturday was a big day. She took her first bike ride in the street, with Daddy of course. He's on his road bike; Savannah's on her Strawberry Shortcake training wheels. They rode around the block which was plenty for her. When Brad suggested that they try taking the training wheels off soon, she balked at the idea. But it's probably time.

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I finally found an example for the quote fingers! I was making pancakes, as I do almost every Saturday, with fruit in them. The time, I made them with strawberries, all except one. Savannah prefers hers plain. I told her at the kitchen counter, "That one has your name on it."

At the breakfast table, she said, "The pancake doesn't have my name on it."

In explaining to her that I didn't mean it for real, (This would have been a good chance to teach her the meaning of "literally", but I chose not to go into that.) I realized it was a phrase that needed my quote fingers and told her so. Understanding the meaning, she smiled and pointed to her cup of milk, "This milk "has my name on it"."

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