Today after getting the boys in bed (sort of), I was chasing Savanna around the living room. She was almost screaming with laughter, and then held on tightly to me when I scooped her into my arms. It was then that it hit me (like it has before on so many occasions) that she is absolutely, deliciously, devastatingly cute.
And just like that, I couldn't put her to bed.
I became completely ineffective and decided instead to take her out in the front and photograph her in the just-set sunlight. Maybe I was hoping to freeze and preserve her off-the-charts beauty. Maybe I was trying to freeze time.
We laid down on the warm concrete of the driveway, looking at the sky.
"Ma, wook! Is ky! See?"
"Yes, Savvy! Sky. I see."
"It fly." (holding a toy airplane in her hands and moving it around in the air above us.)
Today she carried her baby doll all over the house. She was in a panic whenever she mislaid the baby doll, and would search frantically, calling, "Baby! Baby?" until she found her.
Last night she put Baby to bed in a Tupperware container with a dishtowel for a blanket.
Today she bathed her (cloth) baby in the toy wheelbarrow out back, which was filled with sprinkler water, courtesy of Savvy's great assistant, Reed.
Some time earlier this morning I found Savanna laying in my bed, with her dolly (wrapped in the dishtowel) held tightly to her chest, a blanket around them both.
"Is Baby sleeping, Savvy?"
"Dess. Is sleepy tired."
"She's sleepy and tired? Are you taking a nap?"
Then she patted Baby's back and whispered, "Ssshhhh....okay."