“Uh oh, sa?”
The words I hear more than any others during the day. Bella has been totally, and completely obsessed with fans since she was just a few months old. And one of her very first words was “Sa” which means fan. (Don’t ask, we don’t know why either) She simply adores them. Every morning she wakes up, runs out to the front room, points to each fan and repeats with utmost concern, “Uh oh, sa? Uh oh. Sa? Uh oh,” until they are all on and oscillating.
We tried telling her it was ok they were off one time and this led to her becoming massively distraught over them not being on.
Her room has the ceiling fan she loves more than any other. I swear she could spend all day gazing in adoration at that fan.
Then there’s balls, or a billion. At Gymboree she spends her time collecting balls and putting them in places. They can’t be shared or taken by another child. A ball is a treasure, something to be kept close by and guarded. When all else fails, she places them in my lap for safekeeping. Then sits on them. Like a nest.
When we head to Target, the best part of her trip is the large red cement balls outside the doors. At home she has indoor balls, outdoor balls, all shapes and sizes. Each one is loved more than the next.
Sunday Sam and I headed to Home Depot to find bulb covers for two of the ceiling fans in our house – the guest room and Bella’s room. They had apparently broken so there was just a light bulb with no cover hanging from each fan. We found two white ones, made of glass, and put them in the cart.
When we turned the corner, we were in the aisle of ceiling fans (like a few hundred) and Bella’s face was pure rapture. She sighed and stared up at them, only to realize they were all motionless and begin her concerned, “Uh oh. Sa? Uh oh?”
Leaving the aisle, while telling her it was fine the fans weren’t moving, she noticed the bulb covers. To Bella, they looked like white balls. So she repeatedly asked for the balls as I tried to show her that it wasn’t a ball. It didn’t matter. “Ball? Ball? Ball?” was all we heard until she got in the car and couldn’t see them.
We drove home and I installed the covers. I turned her ceiling fan off to do it, and heard her say, “Uh oh, sa? Uh oh,” as she realized it had stopped moving. Sam whisked her OCD self off to eat dinner. After, I had Sam come look to see if they were on straight. Bella followed us in, looking to make sure the fan was on again. It wasn’t. I poked Sam and we both started to giggle at what we knew we’d hear. “Uh oh…”
But seeing the bulb cover bolted into the fan and hanging down, she got a look of bewilderment and shock on her face. Pointing her tiny finger up at the fan, she said in horror –
“Uh oh, ball?!”