Savannah renewed and solidified her relationships with cousins, grandparents, and aunts/uncles during our trip to Idaho.
This is Grandpa Murdock coaxing precious 4-year old laughter out of Savannah. It's easy for Grandpa. He's a natural. The punchline that drew out this particular chuckle went something like "So, are you hungry Savannah?"
Here, Savannah is playing a game called Ele-Fun. They pay people to sit around and come up with bad puns like that and slap them on kids' games. Jessa, Kodi, and Maddie round out the participants.
This is Savannah and Jessa. Savannah will mimic anything Jessa does. The tried-and-true parental cliche "If so-and-so jumped off a bridge, would you?" wouldn't work if I inserted Jessa's name and directed the query at little Sue. Her answer would be an unhesitating "Of course," accompanied by a quizzical scrunch of the eyebrows, as if to say "Yeah. Duh. What a dumb question."
On the airplane ride home from Idaho, Savannah said, "Daddy, I have a sister." "Really?" I replied. It's news to me, after all. Perhaps I should nose around more frequently in Shannon's personal life. "Yes," Savannah sighed. "Jessa's my sister."
"Actually she's your cousin," I corrected. "No," Savannah signed dreamily again. "She's my sister." I stopped trying to push the issue. In this photo, Jessa is thinking: "Savannah has been following me around for six solid hours. Save me. Please." Savannah is thinking: "If I could just possess Jessa's soul, then I could BE Jessa and my life's purpose would be fulfilled."This is Grandpa Murdock coaxing precious 4-year old laughter out of Savannah. It's easy for Grandpa. He's a natural. The punchline that drew out this particular chuckle went something like "So, are you hungry Savannah?"
Here, Savannah is playing a game called Ele-Fun. They pay people to sit around and come up with bad puns like that and slap them on kids' games. Jessa, Kodi, and Maddie round out the participants.