Saturday, February 28, 2009

Today Sailor is telling me something about being hungry and he used this word, "Salarva."
I cannot help but laugh out loud. "Salarva?" I ask.
"Mom," he says, and rather indignantly, "It's another word for spit!?

Sunday, March 1, 2009
Somehow we end up spending the day “spring cleaning” despite the snow that has been falling since before I woke up. In Sailor’s room I find a box containing debris from my desk. It has been sitting there for over a year. Since I have already cleared through his 1st grade folder I feel I should get my own things removed. I find a slip of paper with a conversation that would have taken place around the time that Sailor was almost 2 and Mac was just 4:

Sailor: Mama, I like that baby Sofie has.
Mommy: Delaina?
Sailor: I like him.
Mac: Is it going to be a him or a her?
Mommy: Delaina’s a her.

I also find this one in the kitchen. A conversation between my sister and Sailor, who is trying to write something.
Aunt: Can I spell it for you?
Sailor: No! (pause) I can write it if you say the numbers.