Savvy is so close to being a year old she has decided to act like it apparently. This girl can climb stairs! Found that out yesterday when returned from some photo-taking escapades and Matt said, "Guess who can climb stairs?" Sheesh! Savvy is a wonder. She loves to pull herself up and walk around, holding on to the nearest person, place or thing. Her babbling is playful and at times demanding. Girl knows what she wants! I could listen to her fits of giggles all day. She adores her big sister, following her around at every opportunity. Savannah has two teeth on the bottom, two more struggling to make an appearance on top, and a third towards the back that can't decide if it wants to come out or not. She loves her food! We make 96% of it. I'm still nursing and pumping. We love Auntie Ellie's gift of the baby bullet! Its size makes for easy cleanup than using our food processor or blender. The 4% we don't make happens when I want to try a new flavor without cooking a large quantity. For instance, we tried on pouch of corn, turkey, tarragon, sage (http://www.plumorganics.com/products/stage-3-meals-organic-sweet-corn-carrot-with-turkey-sage). She loved it! So now I can make a full on dinner of it, setting some aside to be blended for her. Savvy is still going through quite a bit of the stranger anxiety phase. She loves to smile and babble with people from afar or from momma's lap. But she does like the grass now! Thanks to Godmother Alzada, grass is a fun new texture instead scary green stuff. Savannah's hair is growing and curling, not as much as Cassie's, but it's a gorgeous inky black with small hints of auburn. And her baby blue eyes draw much attention. She weighs just over 20lbs and is a very happy baby. :-)
Joining Rites of Passage and Empowerment (ROPE) has been key in helping us find community out here in the Berkshires. No sugar coating- this county is both white, rural, conservative, racist and full of theatre, music, the outdoors, and pockets of loving, open-minded people. Massachusetts may be the most liberal state in the US, but we are far from Boston. Here, minutes from New York and Vermont, the sounds of performative equity can be heard from the tone deaf school administrators who "don't see color" and have voiced that "race was not an issue till we brought it up", to the lack of representation in politics, restaurants, stores, and general day to day. We have lived in places across the country, and have yet to stumble upon a place that felt fully welcoming. I don't say this to complain, it is merely a statement of my lived experience thus far and an acknowledgement of the work it takes as a Black woman to make friends, have meaningful relationships, g...
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