Paci

Savannah just may have given up her paci today. This is a big deal.  No this is a HUGE deal.  This morning, out of the blue, Savannah told Chris and I that she wanted to give her paci to a boy at church today.  So, in she walked to Sabbath School, holding that little pink and white paci in her tiny little hand, with the most precious expression on her face...she was looking everywhere for a little boy she could give her paci to.  She spotted one, and later had ME give it to him....I passed it to Chris who passed it to the little boy's daddy (who had been informed of what was going on).  She was so proud!  WE were so proud!  All through church, she never asked for the paci.(Monumental).  She got into the car, never asking for it once.  (Monumental.) And, we were over at the neighbors house this afternoon and she never asked for the paci once while across the street!  But then came nap time....she laid down, softly asked for it, then got a little louder.  We kept explaining to her that she gave it away - no more paci!  She screamed more...I gave her a sticker for giving up the paci, only to more screams.  I shut the door to hear Madeline laying beside Savannah say "Paci BOY, sissy!!!!" as Savannah's screams got louder.  I stood at the door with a spare paci in my hand, just waiting.......should I go in?  I could hear Madeline trying to soothe her..."Paci boy, Sissy....Paci boy!"

Just before I was about to open the door and hand her a paci, the screaming turned into pitiful sobs, then turned into quietness.....she fell asleep.  Without her paci.  In less than 10 minutes.  Huge. Huge. HUGE.  Maybe, before the age of 3, Savannah has given up the paci!!!  We'll see....

UPDATE:  It's gone!!!  She got it back, and a week later, literally handed it to us and that was it.  Not a fuss, fell asleep without it, gone.  Gone!  How did that happen so easily!   A lesson learned in not sweating the things we're afraid they'll never grow out of.

Today

Oh my sweet girls, where is the time going? And its almost as if I've lost the art of blogging....how to pick up a "pen and paper" and put my thoughts down. So, today, I'm just going to write...about you two!

Your Papa made a sweet video of our trip with he and Nana to San Francisco last December. It had only been 6 months and I must say, nostalgia hit me hard. I mean hard. You girls have grown so much in just 6 months!  It literally pained me to see how tiny you were, running around here and there, riding on a choo choo train, riding the trolley, running through the Jelly Belly factory, and know that time is moving fast. Really, really fast. Thank God you are still my tiny two year olds, but wow how much you change in just 6 months.  

Then there's today. Today is the most precious day of my life with you two. I have said that every day since you were born, and I will say that every day that I spend with you the rest of your lives. Today you both woke up in the happiest mood. I walked into your room before you girls had gotten out of bed and you wanted me to "Lay head on pillow, mommy!" so I curled up into the tiniest ball possible and squeezed in between you two and laid my head down on your little tiny pillows. You giggled and laughed and loved it! You two got up, immediately started running from room to room, but whenever I tried to get up, it was "NO! Mommy head on pillow." My two little directors. So I followed orders, and kept my head on your little pillows.  

Finally you got Daddy to come into your room and ordered him to lay his head on your pillow in the other bed. So, I in Savannah's bed, Daddy in Madeline's bed, laid down while you both curled up next to me, then one of you reached your tiny little hand over the bed and said "Daddy hold hand!" Your beds are a bit far apart to hold hands, but it was a sweet gesture and a most precious attempt!

We made it to church, discovered the blessing (and the curse) of attending early service, held you and walked you up and down from the front of the classroom in Sabbath School (you both were not in the mood to walk the little items up to the front all by yourselves this time), then went home to have play time with Daddy while Mommy cooked lunch. Oh Savannah....we must rid of the word "Yucky!" I sat the plate down in front of you of penne pasta in a white garlic sauce to hear "Yucky!" This will not be good when visiting someone else's house who spent time making a meal for you. We must rid of this word before a nightmare post pops up on here!! You are not a fan of anything white. Meanwhile, Madeline was digging in before we could get her to stop to say our prayer. "Dew Jeesus, Tank you, so, my, sood. Aw..mayn." Still can't sound out the "f" sound.  Every "f" sound is replaced with "s".  "Mommy's Sone."  That's another favorite....I mean "s"avorite. But, still the most sweetest sounds to come from your little mouths...when you pray a prayer to Jesus.

We're almost nearing (or may have already passed) the 2 hour mark of your naptime. Thank you! This, along with the blessing of it being Sabbath where God asks us to find rest, is allowing me to write up this blog entry about you. On any given normal day, I am running crazy from the minute you wake up, to the minute you lay down. I found myself gone for part of the week last week and was running crazy from the minute I stepped out of my car to the minute I got home, at 1 AM, mind you. But I had to in order to be there for you when you woke up the next morning. There isn't anything in this world I would trade for the time I have with you, and I cherish every single crazy, silly, chaotic, special moment of it.  

I went to bed at 7:30 last night, just after putting you girls down for bed. You read that right, 7:30 pm, bedtime, I was out. Another blessing of the Sabbath...that reminder to put all things of this world aside, put your work aside, including the workload I have here at home! Put it aside, and rest in Me. So I read a devotion and then did just that. And going to bed at 7:30 like you girls do taught me I need to do that more often!! Even if only on Friday night.....because let me tell you, there are not a lot of hours in the day to get done what I need to get done with you two around!! And I wouldn't trade it for the world.

Keep growing, my sweet girls. Keep making every single day the most precious day of my life with you two. I love you both. 

  

Love,

Mommy