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Life on the Bunny Farm
I have often said that Sarah lives 90% of her life in her imagination. She only ever has one foot in this world, and the other firmly planted in a castle or in the Banks's house from Mary Poppins or who knows where else.
She is always singing or talking to whichever imaginary characters are passing through her play. Anything that is remotely vertically-shaped becomes a person: pencils, chapsticks, spoons; she rarely colors, but instead stands up the crayons so they can talk to one another. She carries around unsharpened pencils as people.
Often she tells me she's the "mom" (and that unfortunately I'm the "grandma.")
She fills purses with necessary accessories and strings beads around her neck and clomps around in heeled dress up shoes.
Sarah is connected with the spirit in every thing that we adults just pass by. She befriends animals and pats flowers and talks to trees.
I know that someday she will come down out of fantasy and have to surrender to reality. But until then I will enjoy watching her imagination unfold.
I love the fall. I love the food, the baking, the leaves, the back-to-school, the new TV shows, the bright blue skies, the pumpkins, the ample photographic opportunities, the weather--
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I love this one, can't you just see the steam coming out of her ears?
Oh, and the yell, the "I do not like something with every ounce of my being" yell.














Yesterday morning was one of those times with Sarah where she was sweet and snuggly and voluntarily giving me kisses. She was fresh out of bed, and eager to spend time with me in my bed. It was one of those moments with her that I hear my own voice screaming inside my head, "Remember how sweet she is! File away that smell! Touch her cheek again, remember that too!" My baby is almost two years old and the land of little girls is upon us. There is no more baby to nurse all night long or baby to dress with no argument or baby to babble at me. There is a strong, independent, princess-loving girl in my midst and I just want to hold on to these sweet, snuggly moments with her a little longer.





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