I am so over March. Probably best since its been over for a quick minute already. Short story: It was a month-long version of the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day, and as ready for Australia as I am, I’ll settle for the beautiful Spring that has blossomed in Pennsylvania. Don’t worry though, part of the reason why this is so late is because April has gotten off to a much better, and much busier start and I’ll def. post all about it once I catch up. Let’s see if that ever happens.
Dan was sick. I was sick. Savanna was sick. We were all sick of being sick while stressed and stretched to the limit with some important family decisions.
Then when I finally got to the blog, I needed to purchase more space which I put off for a while contemplating getting a bundle deal for some beautiful personalized formatting which I realized I wouldn’t be able to really utilize for a while. When I finally uploaded the second half of the month’s photos unto the computer I hit ‘replace all,’ and lost half of the month’s photos. That option was a swapped location from our old computer…. if you were interested in excuses. While I like to think everything I erased was silly craft projects, I know that of the 86 lost moments, some of them included some Savanna favorites.
Nothing I can’t recreate… still I just jotted down what projects I want to post and came up with eleven in a few seconds, and of those… several are now missing proper ‘before’ shots…. also reason why I just avoided the blog for a bit. Armed with a new file bursting of the ever-changing Savanna cuteness, I’ve forgiven my trigger-happy fingers.
Easter marked a full year of Dan working every single celebrated holiday straight. Hopefully, that’ll change before Savanna understands when to anticipate the magic of the seasons, so it was fine. I also got the dates confused on our perfect-for-toddlers community Easter Egg hunt. So bummed. On Sunday, Savanna and I barely made it to church on time with absolutely none to spare for new Easter dress photo ops. I’ll recreate that as soon as she stops getting scraps and bruises on her face, but don’t hold your breathe, the girl is fearless and does. not. stop. moving.
It’s kinda precious, but she gets overwhelmed when faced with too many new toys at once and usually retreats back to her familiar toy box pretty quick. (Seriously doubt that’ll be the case in years to come.) Of course I still wanted her to have an “Easter Basket,” but it was more like a big basket that I slowly filled and slowly emptied throughout the month whenever we needed “something new.”
It mostly consisted of bath toys since she’s become hit or miss with that event lately. Foam letters lined the bottom instead of the usual Easter grass mess, with bubbles, bubble bath, a few books, summer sandals, new sippy cups, those sorts of necessary-but-still-fun-things. We did have a big ham with potato casserole dinner, but later in the week when Dan had off. Week-long holiday celebrations. Wahoo.
We did do something exciting that is Easter-ey-ish.
We got baby chicks. Expect a detailed post on them, Savanna’s joy over bopping them, and our DIY chicken coop soon.
And of course…. for anyone still interested in Savanna’s personal recaps of her epic childhood adventure – here’s an extra one too … since she’s technically 16 months in a few days.
I’ve been asked how I keep these milestones all straight in my head. My secret is simply that I don’t keep them in my head at all. By the end of the month, she has usually mastered whatever things were new from the beginning of the month and I would have forgotten them every being exciting. I also don’t get hung up on recording every single thing, but only the ones where she’s exceptionally proud of herself, or that I find particularly cute, or ones that I think she may enjoy reading one day when she’s mothering her own.
Savanna – 14 Month Baby Book Milestones
I like to walk up the stairs while holding hands and I like to slide down by myself.
I like to do puzzles and color with crayons. I also enjoy Baby Einstein a lot.
I like to take really small steps backwards all the way across the room.
I like to fit into small spaces and boxes and I do not get stuck all the time. I like to knock off all the books on my bookshelf again and again.
I think it is only fair that if I am allowed to do something once, I should always be allowed to do it. This worked in my favor until it was recognized, and now with the new stuff… I think it is working against me.
I know a lot of animals and what sounds they make and all the important body parts for joining in for story time sing-a-longs.
I don’t know anything about gravity though. I am a fearless climber and tumbler and I always get right back up to do it again.
I don’t drink as much milk during the day, so I’ve been trying to make up for it in the middle of the night for the past two months. I have a sinking feeling that this and other habits will come to an end as soon as we are all feeling better. For instance, I am especially fond of keeping one binkie in my mouth and one on each pointer finger and toting as many as I can carry all around the house.
I am really good at sucking medicine out of the syringe all by myself. If I see a binkie (or grape) on the floor, I will bend all the way down and pick it up with my mouth, whether my hands are full or not. I am only suppose to have binkies for bed, but I am really smart and can use my blankie to maneuver them out of the crib.
I am a little carnivore and like all kinds of meat and fish. I could also live on fruit. I like broccoli and peas and sweet potatoes too and yogurt. I prefer to open the yogurt cup all by myself.
I find little pieces of dirt and hair on the floor and say “yuck.” I get excited when the floor is getting swept. I run right towards the pile and enthusiastically squeal “yuck yuck yuck!”
I splash really, really high at bath time and I like to swim on my belly. Sometimes baths are the most fun ever and other times even my little toes-ies do not want to get wet.
I am starting to learn how to payback the tickle-monster-daddy and when I’m successful I’ve got mischievous roaring belly giggles.
On average, I get two questions per grocery run on the origin of my hair. I wish they would just hand me the bag of unwashed grapes from the back of the cart already.
I always have a lot to say. The ramblings are always the same except for the tone. That is how you will know if I am happy or not. It is not difficult to know if I am not.
I say “pah” for please and “hhh” for help. If I say them without pretending to cry first, I usually get whatever I want, but it is more effective for getting immediate attention the other way.
I love to play with our little chicks, but am still learning how to be gentle. I like to be in the sun room or outside. I like to dig in the dirt with my sand shovels and collect rocks.
I usually have so many in both of my hands, that it is more difficult to break my tumbles. I rarely fell down when I was learning how to walk, but now I fall all the time because I am so busy running in different directions, but I usually only get upset if I know I have an audience and if you are pretending not to have noticed…. I will know.
I get really jealous whenever Mommy and Daddy hug or kiss. Sometimes Daddy will make loud smacking sounds just to tease me and I always coming running to get mine from right in between them. I love to blow kisses and give the real thing. I give the real thing to stuffies and toys and even books and they sometimes give kisses to each other.
If you look like you are in a good position to read me a “gook,” I will bring you a whole pile one at a time and sometimes climb into your lap. But sometimes I get distracted before the pile is of an adequate height. You look pretty comfortable to me. In the words of Mommy, “how long are you going to be happy there baby?”
Savanna – 15 Month Baby Book Milestones
Mommy usually calls me Bug, Sweet Muffin, LaLa, or Pumpkin Poo (she simply cannot help herself… or so she claims). Daddy usually calls me BooBoo. They both call me Savanna a lot lately, but usually when they are just try to get my attention, but I am very good at selective listening.
My favorite thing is to be outside.
I like wagon rides and the swing and blowing bubbles and can blow them all by myself. I love sidewalk chalk all. day. long.
I love visiting playgrounds and running really fast towards things that excite me with both arms in the air. Mommy’s heart absolutely melts when I run towards her and wrap my arms around her neck. She lets me pick all the buttercups I want but not any other flowers which is kinda confusing. I like feeding the buttercups to the chicks and chasing them all around.
When I bang my head, I still bang it again and again to show how it got hurt, which usually hurts it more than the original bang.
I like to stand at the kitchen table and color any paper I can reach. Mommy’s planner is decorated until November, but I am not allowed to use the pens because Mommy is really strict. She tells this to Daddy all the time but he does not believe her. I don’t either.
Every toy that I touch to my ear is a phone, and sometimes it is a real phone.
I like strawberries and I like tomatoes a lot.
I am entranced by this show called Teletubies, and they say the word “uh-oh,” all the time randomly, and now I do too, so when I drop things I say “sorry,” instead. When there is a new song on Barney that I do not recognize, I solemnly stand and pay attention because I want to learn them all.
Did you know that “up,” means “up,” but also means “down,” and that every vehicle in motion is a “truck-truck-truck,” and that I love to quietly say “oh wow?”
I have really fine hair. I do not like it in pigtails or ponytails. I deter this ritual by immediately pulling them out along with big clumps of hair. It is pretty effective.
I also pull out my eyelashes, but for no reason in particular. I love to find my belly button.
The pediatrician told me I was getting plenty of calcium from cheese, milkie (2-3xday), and yogurt so not to worry about cows milk, that I was only in the 10th percentile but growing perfectly for my curve, and then he gave me more shots. It was the exact same scenario as the last visit. I recognized the situation immediately and do not understand why we keep going to that place. Just like in the middle of church, I wanted to walk to that closed door and say “bye-bye-bye,” and then just go.
Everything is really so much better outside.