Hello beautiful girl and Happy 44 Months! Right now you’re sitting on the couch watching Dinosaur Train with your baby doll Maya. Poor Maya, she’s been throwing up all evening and you decided she needed to drink some Ginger Ale, then lie down and take it easy.
Unfortunately, vomiting has found its way into your pretend play because you were sick last week with your first stomach virus in a long time. The illness was fairly short-lived, but made an impression on you nonetheless. The other day you were playing with your bunny family and dollhouse, and poor baby bunny was bent over a bucket the whole time tossing her cookies.
I sure hated that you were sick, but thankfully you recovered quickly enough to enjoy one of my favorite times in Savannah – St. Patrick’s Day! I love this holiday for many reasons. St. Patrick’s Day usually signals the beginning of spring which is a glorious time here, and there are plenty of fun things to do around town to celebrate. This whole town gets excited about St. Pats, even to the point of canceling school on March 17 each year. The excitement is palpable and contagious.
We had a great time at the parade. You brought two of your stegosauruses (because they were green), and even held them up periodically so they could watch the floats and bands. The only floats you didn’t like were the ones that fired cannons. This is what you looked like when they paraded by us.
I put together this little video compilation of this year’s St. Pat’s experience:
This month I finally got around to downloading all the fun pictures you’ve been taking with your camera. The pictures span the past year or so, and while most were taken by you, you also like it when we take your picture too. Especially when we use the little pre-programmed graphics, giving you bunny ears, googly eyes and the like. There were so many fun ones it was hard to choose a few to show here, but I managed to organize some of my favorites into 3 categories.
Friends & Family
Pics of Camille
Camille’s Point-of-View
Speaking of pictures, I grabbed this one with my phone a couple of weeks ago at Boo’s house.
Daddy had discovered several of his old books – the kind that came with a record tucked into a back flap with a recording of someone reading the story. We dusted off Boo’s record player and listened to Winnie-The-Pooh, and it took me right back to my own childhood. I loved those records and books, all except for the Fox and the Hound because it made me cry.
You’re still enjoying chapter books this month, and we just finished our third book in the Magic Treehouse series, one about “Monsters of the Deep.” The book featured a giant octopus, and upon hearing the tale, you were full of questions about octopi. Your Daddy scoured YouTube for some instructional videos, and you two discussed the octopus’ tentacles, beak and such.
I’ll get back to the octopus in a minute, but first let me tell you about a new tradition you have with your Daddy. Once a month, the Jepson Museum holds a toddler art class. You and your Daddy have been attending these, touring the galleries together and then making a craft based on one of the museum’s exhibits.
Last week, the craft was a keepsake box. Your Daddy tells me when the teacher asked everyone what they might put in their keepsake box, most of the girls said “Princesses!” But you shouted, “A GIANT OCTOPUS!”
That’s my girl.
I just love your individuality. If you’d wanted to put princesses in your keepsake box that would’ve be fine too. But I think it’s wonderful that you have your own sense of what’s fun and cool.
Your Daddy found a picture of a giant octopus for you to put in your keepsake box, but there is still plenty of room for other treasures as well. And that’s good because you like to collect things – mostly shells and rocks. A couple of weekends ago we went for a stroll on the beach, and you were nearly overwhelmed by the vast number of shells you could collect. I am really looking forward to coming back here again when the weather warms up so we can spend the whole day inspecting the shells and exploring.
You’re still a big fan of face painting, but it’s not just for your cheek anymore. You really like to paint my cheek. The first time I let you paint my face, I requested a rainbow. I thought you did a wonderful job!
It has been another great month, my love, filled with fun and laughter. I’ll close tonight with another video – one that I watch over and over because
you’re just so funny. It’s a video of you jumping on the bed while your Daddy plays guitar. You’re yelling, “Rock it out, man!” while dancing with two thumbs up and a look on your face like you ate a lemon. I’m not sure where you got this act from, but keep it coming.
I love you so much, my rock-it-out girl! Encore! Encore!
I know it takes a village to raise a child, but last Sunday I felt like a lone villager dealing with a whole heap of the village’s kids. Camille was invited to her first Chuck-E-Cheese birthday party, and oh boy it was a doozie. The place was packed, with a long line out the door of kids hoping for a chance to play skee ball and eat pizza. Camille thoroughly enjoyed herself, but I found the experience to be a bit frustrating.
Lee and I are very fortunate that, thus far, our daughter seems receptive to our instruction regarding social behavior. Of course we still have issues with sharing and all those similar social skills that don’t come easily to a three-year-old. But overall, I think she understands what is expected and generally makes an effort to adhere to the rules.
But Chuck-E-Cheese is apparently a study in chaos, where the rules don’t apply and it’s every man for himself. Camille would wait patiently to play a game only to have kids run up in front of her and take her turn. Another kid followed me around the restaurant wanting our tokens. The thing is, I don’t really blame the kids. But where were the parents? Either the parents never taught them the rules, or the parents aren’t paying enough attention to see that the rules are enforced.
So what was I to do? That was the hardest part. When kids broke in line in front of Camille, I wanted to physically remove them from the game. Is it my job, as a fellow villager, to step in and enforce the rules even when other parents don’t? Or is it my job to teach Camille to turn the proverbial cheek and move on?
We ended up doing a little of both. Sometimes I was able to convince a child to get in line with everyone else. Sometimes we just found another game to play.
I’m curious, if you care to share, what do you do when other kids are breaking the rules and the parents aren’t paying attention? How do you police the village, or do you just police your own kids?
Even though I didn’t get to see President Obama today, anyone in the vicinity of Savannah Technical College where he spoke definitely knew something was up. On my way to run errands with Camille, I made a slight detour and drove by the college about an hour and a half before his scheduled arrival. Not surprisingly, the place was crawling with police cars and people were lining up along the sidewalks for a glimpse at the motorcade. For a few moments I considered postponing our errands and joining the onlookers. But alas, it was a cold, rainy day, and we had no raincoats. I was pretty sure if I made Camille stand out in the elements for an hour just to watch a limo drive by my sanity would be called into question.
I couldn’t help but be excited for Mayor Otis Johnson. He grew up in the segregated south, was the first African American to graduate from AASU, and has been vocal about how much Obama’s election meant to him personally. Today he ate lunch at the President’s side at Mrs. Wilkes’ Boarding House – how cool! Here’s some mostly raw video from that lunch – I cannot imagine how exciting it would have been to be a diner there today!
I wish Obama could have experienced some of our typically great March weather, but I bet that fried chicken and some southern hospitality made up for the rain!
I guess I really shouldn’t be disappointed. After all, the man (or his people) did choose my town for a visit. I’m just bummed that it’s an invite-only visit.
Tomorrow, the Prez is coming to Savannah as part of his “White House to Main Street” tour. The last Presidential visit I remember in Savannah was when George W. Bush held a press conference at the end of the G-8 Summit in 2004. I was working as a reporter at the time and had a press pass for the conference. But I was so excited about the whole thing that I felt more like a tourist than a journalist. To prove that point, I had someone take my picture near the podium. D-O-R-K!
I got this fuzzy pic of the President speaking to reporters. Thankfully my TV station was able to capture much clearer pictures.
Well this time, I really wanted to see President Obama speak – not as a journalist, not even as a tourist, but as an unabashed FAN! I know the Dems have had a rough time of late, but that doesn’t change my admiration for Obama. I liked him even before I read his first book, but I think reading Dreams From My Father sealed the deal. I learned so much more about his background and upbringing, and believe he is very uniquely suited to serve as President. And I just like him as a person, at least the public person I see.
I guess I’m disappointed because if this is a tour to allow Obama to connect with everyday people, then shouldn’t he be speaking at a location where everyday people can hear him? I know I’m oversimplifying the logistics of a Presidential visit, but I wish I didn’t have to have an invitation to hear my President speak in my hometown.
Oh well. I’ll watch the coverage on TV like everyone else, and I’ll still be a fan. Welcome to Savannah, Mr. President!
Hello sweet love, and Happy Forty-Three Month Birthday (plus one day). Right now you’re sitting beside me on the couch watching the movie Wall-E for the 4 millionth time. Thank goodness I love this movie too! That silly Wall-E robot is a very lovable guy, and he has completely stolen your heart.
We were at a toy store recently when you spotted a Wall-E toy, and you nearly fell over with joy and longing. You’re usually pretty good in stores about putting toys back on the shelf and not getting upset when you can’t have them, but it was clear this would be an exception. So we got him, and you two have been nearly inseparable since. This isn’t the best photo, but to prove my point, here you are at the playground last weekend, sliding with Wall-E in your lap.
You even requested that I paint him on your face, so I gave it a go.
This Wall-E mania hasn’t dampened your affection for dinosaurs though, which are still very high on your list of favorite things. Nearly every day we play Dinosaur school, with Mrs. Parasaurolophus presiding over class while all the baby dinos gather in a circle to learn about herbivores, carnivores and the like. Now that we’ve had a few warmer, sunnier days, your dinos have even been taking field trips to the backyard.
Your all-time favorite dinosaur is still probably Sue, the T-Rex we saw at the Field Museum in Chicago. For Christmas, Boo got you a shirt from the museum with Sue on it. The shirt is still a bit too big, but the other day we let you wear it anyway, and you LOVED it. Now you request to wear it all the time. The other morning, about 5 a.m., you started moaning and crying quietly in your bed, occasionally calling for me. Finally, at 5:30 I went to see what was up. “Mama,” you cried, “I miss my Sue shirt!”
Last night you had an exciting first – the first slumber party in your own room! Nikki, Andrew, Nia and Nate came to visit, and you finally had a friend in the top bunk. Nia slept in your room all night, and you two did pretty well. I think it’s great (and adorable) that you still expect the rules to be followed even during sleepovers. This morning at 6:30, despite the fact that you’d been singing to yourself for a while, I was amused to hear you say, “Nia! Go back to sleep – it’s not 7 yet!” It was great watching you kids play – we sure do miss our buddies when they’re gone.
This month you have become firmly entrenched in the “why” phase. Most of the time I think you’re being truly inquisitive, but the question can still be frustrating because you want me to explain everything down to the smallest detail. And sometimes I come up short. For example, you were playing with your alphabet refrigerator magnets the other day and we spelled the word “Tiny.” Then you added another “Y” to the end of the word and asked, “Mama, what does that spell?”
“Nothing,” I said. “Tiny only has one ‘y.'”
“Why doesn’t it spell anything?” you asked.
“It just doesn’t.”
“But why?”
Can’t help you there kiddo. Later, we were talking about pool water and how it’s not good for drinking. “Why?” you asked.
“Because it has chemicals that are good for the water but not good for our tummies,” I said, thinking that was a fairly straightforward explanation.
“What’s a chemical?” you then asked. How do I explain a chemical to you at age 3?
Despite all of your questioning, there are still so many things about which you are happily unaware. Guns would fall into this category. The other day at Monkey Joe’s, you picked up one of the guns that is used to play an arcade game. At first I was annoyed and was about to ask you to put it away when I realized your intentions were innocent. You were using the gun to gas up the arcade cars, because to you it resembled the nozzle at the gas tank. Here’s a quick video clip I recorded on my phone:
Our night-time reading routine has advanced in recent weeks, and I’m proud to say we’ve moved on to chapter books. The first chapter book you really seemed to enjoy was a collection of the old Winne-the-Pooh stories. The book was actually a gift I gave to your Daddy when we were dating, and I love reading the stories to you before bedtime. On our last visit to the library, you weren’t interested in checking out any short books. Instead, we got The Swamp Monster and Silverwing, both chapter books with few or no pictures. I’m so happy you enjoy reading as much as we do, and your Daddy and I are both having fun digging in to these new books with you.
One recent bedtime routine was livened up by a serious case of the sillies. I love this video because your deep belly laughs make me smile every time.
Your language skills continue to grow, and your vocabulary now also includes words you made up yourself. I’m not sure where these words came from, but you’re certain they’re real. One is “requitement.” You’ve used it in several different contexts, but the only insight we’ve gotten into its meaning was when you said you were building a “requitement stand, a place where you tell the truth.” Could this be some legal term used in courtrooms of which I’m not aware?
Another favorite is “rankfully.” One might think it would be a negative word, but it is quite the opposite. You use it to indicate you feel something strongly, as in, “I love you rankfully much,” or “this cookie is rankfully good.”
Well Camille, I can tell you this. I’d be happy to get on your requitement stand and tell you truthfully t
hat I love you rankfully, rankfully much. Thanks for another great month, my love.
I like that this title rhymes. “Rose Bows.” Camille loves rhyming. For example, did you know that four rhymes with whore? She told me this just last week. She will often make up random words while rhyming, so thankfully, I don’t think she knows what that word means.
Back to the bows. A big thanks to Michelle for sending me a link for a tutorial on making rosebud bows. I tackled the project Saturday night, just in time to create a pretty Valentine’s Day accessory for my girl. I was pleased with the end result!
The first one I made was the red one, and I made it according to the instructions except I didn’t print the pattern since our home printer is on the fritz. I guessed at the shapes and sizes and they seemed fine.
After success with the first one, I decided to try again, and this time with an alligator clip. They stay in Camille’s hair much better. I also wanted to see how it might look with leaves, so I gave that a try too.
I thought it turned out well – maybe not as dainty as the red one, but still cute and fun. Best of all, Camille likes wearing them. Win-win!
I’m pretty sure I have to have a baby seal for a pet now. Thanks Cute Overload!
Hello sweet girl, and happy Forty-Two Month birthday! Today you are as close to four as you are to three. How crazy and how cool! This month, we finally shed the baby accessories in your room, transforming your domain into a proper and precious big girl space. You’ve grown so much lately, and it was time your room grew along with you too.
Your crib-turned-toddler-bed was replaced by the bunk beds your Daddy slept on as a child. He sanded, primed and painted them white for you, and you couldn’t be more pleased. You love going up and down the ladder and playing on the top bunk.
Your room has a nature theme, complete with trees, owls, birds, hedgehogs and squirrels. You got new valances and bedding with matching wall decals. Woodland creatures, flowers, mushrooms and leaves are scattered along the walls of your room.
You requested a pink owl be placed on the wall beside your pillow. “She keeps me company,” you explained.
Not only do I like the look of your new bed – I like the functionality, too. Sometimes when you wake up (at 7, of course), your Daddy or I will come in the room and crawl in bed with you – something we couldn’t do with your toddler bed. Some mornings you’ll even fall back asleep that way and we all enjoy a quick snooze. Other mornings you just want to talk, and I treasure those times too. We were talking and cuddling one recent morning and I finally said, “Ok Camille, are you ready to get up?”
“No,” you said, “let’s cuddle some more.” How nice!
What a fun month we’ve had, visiting family and friends and celebrating Christmas! I think you’ve finally decided that this Santa guy is ok after all. I believe your favorite Santa gift was a pink, white and silver ballerina tutu, adorned with lots of sequins and glitter. You wanted to put it on right away, and kept it on all day. You also got a Hello Kitty bike, complete with streamers (of course) and a baby seat so you can strap in one of your dolls or toys for a ride.
Here you are on Christmas Day, taking your bike for its maiden voyage. You look so grown up! And you’re concentrating very hard.
Another big hit this year was anything having to do with dinosaurs. Between the grandparents and Santa, you got lots of toy dinosaurs, a dino play set, a dino puzzle, a Tyrannosaurus Sue t-shirt and dino books. I love this picture of you from Christmas morning, lying on a new pillow, snuggling with a Parasaurolophus while wearing your tutu.
I absolutely love that you are a vision of contrasts – my girly girl who still loves non-girly things. My dinosaur-loving ballerina. My princess construction worker.
That last picture was taken during our Christmas travels, when we spent a few nights with the Leonard family. Wow. We all had fun, but I think it was a real adventure for you. The Leonards have four young children and you became fast friends with all of them except the 14-month-old, whom you accused of trying to take your “things.” But once we worked through that, you got along with them quite well. You’d disappear into the playroom and I wouldn’t see you for ages, relying on the sounds of happy playing to know you all were ok and having fun.
Perhaps the biggest adventure was having a sleepover with the kids. Curtis claimed the top bunk of their bunk bed, and you joined Ansley and Zoe on the air mattress in a sleeping bag. We usually stick strongly to our bedtime routine at home, which involves you being in bed around 8 p.m. But all bets are off when four kids try to sleep in one room. Here’s a pic your Daddy took with his cell phone as we tucked you in. This was also about the time I realized you were not close to being sleepy.
Finally at 10:30, when the giggling and general partying hadn’t tapered off, I couldn’t take it anymore and moved you to a bed in our room. I know, I’m such a party pooper. The next night we tried it again, and you all finally fell asleep around 10. We parents barely outlasted you!
On that trip we also spent a couple of nights with Uncle Jeff, Aunt Michelle, Stella and Baby Jane. It wasn’t that long ago that you would get quite jealous if I held another baby, but you were nothing but loving toward y
our new cousin. When I held her, you wanted to be close so you could see her and kiss her. When I fed her, you wanted to help me burp her on my shoulder.
You also enjoyed playing with Stella, and I think you’ve embraced your role as “big cousin.” We spent one morning at a playground, and you liked to position yourself at the bottom of the slide to catch her.
The really amusing thing is that you wanted to catch your Daddy too. Silly girl.
While in Birmingham, we visited the Science Museum, which was a blast. They have a great dinosaur exhibit, including a paleontologist’s office. Who knows what you’ll want to be when you grow up, but you seemed quite at home here, assembling bones and studying artifacts. Goodness knows you already have a head start on all those dinosaur names. It’s a trip hearing you say things like Zigongosaurus.
Tomorrow your Daddy and I have a meeting with the pre-k coordinator at one of our local elementary schools. Can you believe that? I have been a bucket of mixed emotions about this. It’s exciting to watch you usher in this next big phase in your life. But at the same time, it will mark the closure of your current phase, and that’s always hard for us mamas and daddies. We took you to visit the school last week, and my heart was pounding as we walked up the big front steps together. I’ve grown quite fond of your little preschool, with its four rooms and small, friendly staff. This elementary school felt mammoth in comparison.
As we toured a room, I kept thinking, “She’s not ready for this. She’s not ready for this.” After all, we don’t have to enroll you this fall. We could wait another year until kindergarten. But then I realized that maybe I’m the one who doesn’t feel ready. When we first moved you from your daycare to your current preschool, I didn’t know if you were ready. But of course you transitioned perfectly, and soon I realized you were exactly where you needed to be. I hope we will make a good decision about this as well.
Ok sweets, I’m off to bed too. Sleep well my big girl, and know that your Mama loves you more than you could ever imagine.
I’m back in Savannah tonight, listening to the rain falling on my roof, feeling grateful that the clouds stayed away until today. We spent the last couple of days at Boo’s house, enjoying her company as always, but also treasuring a visit with Erin and Jones who were down from Boston.
Thursday and Friday we put in some serious playground time. After weeks of below-average temps, it felt so good to be outside with the warm sun on our backs. And if it felt good to me, I can only imagine how it felt to the Bostonians!
Camille and Jones had a great time at the playground sliding, climbing and just generally running around the park. Camille particularly enjoyed pulling up bits of green weeds and using them to make “Blueberry Ginkgo Salad.” I’m not sure where she comes up with these things, but I love her imagination. The salad was really yummy, or so we all pretended.
Now we’re back home and enjoying a visit from Nana (who Camille now sometimes calls her “Nanny.”) We’re getting spoiled by all this good family time!
I’m going to brag for a minute about something other than my sweet girl…
I like my church for a lot of reasons, and our engagement with churches of other faiths is pretty high on that list. There are lots of examples – like the interfaith service we hosted in our sanctuary with Christian, Jewish and Muslim worshipers on the one-year anniversary of the September 11th attacks. When Lee and I went to Cuba on a mission trip, we traveled with members of Congregation Mickve Israel, Savannah’s oldest synagogue. On that trip I had my first visit to a temple when we were invited to a Jewish service and dinner in Havana.
Last Sunday marked my second visit to a temple – this time, the local one belonging to Congregation Mickve Israel, overlooking Monterey Square just a few blocks from my own church.
Our church is undergoing major roof repairs, so our sanctuary is off-limits for the month of January. I love that when our doors closed, the synagogue opened theirs, offering us a place to hold services on Sunday mornings.
The temple is beautiful, and I look forward to services there this month. I’m also proud of the way our church leaders showed respect for the sacred place and acknowledged our surroundings by reading from the Torah and sharing Bible verses in Hebrew.
To all this I say, “Shalom!”
