You'll Really Like It!

Miss Sophie. Oh the sweetiepie that is Miss Sophie.

She is now enjoying preschool immensely.

Her class even goes to the library and she is able to chose her book and bring it home for the week. She must hug her book when transporting it from one place to the next and treat it with kindness.

Now, Sophie is the baby of the family as we know. The twins were showered with nursery rhymes, singing at naptime until they drifted into slumber, a good night story EVERY night before bed.
Yes, they were spoiled. They were treated like baby royalty with all the pampering.

Soph gets plenty of love, don't get me wrong. Singing the nursery rhymes, eh, we do on occasion. But in defense, she DOES know some Taylor Swift, Miley Cyrus and The Jonas Bro's songs.

We DO read to her, not EVERY day. But between myself, Brant and Eva, the girl gets read to, and she's got her fave's. Let's keep it real though, we could step it up.
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The other evening at bedtime, she had her library book with her. Sometimes she sleeps with a book under her pillow. I kissed her goodnight just as Daddy was coming into the room to do the same.

"Goodnight, Sunshine." He says.

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Brant was exhausted, he came home from work, grabbed a sandwich, and Joey, then headed to the school for a boy scout meeting. He and Joey returned home, he changed out of work clothes, helped get kids ready for bed, and was giving kisses goodnight. He was ready to put his feet on a coffee table.

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"Daddy, will you read me this book?"

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"Oh Soph..." he sighed. "Daddy is SO tired."

"But Daddy, the book is called Goldilocks and the Three Bears, it's really good Daddy, I think you will really like it!" she says.

How can you turn that down?

With a great big smile and the love that flooded his heart, he opened the book and began,

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"Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Goldilocks..."

Boobie Topping

We were at the Great Wolf Lodge celebrating the birth of the twins.

Their eighth birthday.

We had finished breakfast and were back in the hotel to change into our suits for a couple hours of excitement filled water soaked fun.

Joey and Big Daddy were in the bathroom inspecting God-knows-what, talking about poop and whatnot.

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Typical.

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Eva was changed, ready to go, reading sweetly on the bunk.

I was rummaging, half cleaning/half packing/half finding my swim suit.

Multitasking if you will.

And Sophie is looking for her suit. She's got this adorable two piece. It was Eva's old suit. It's powder pink with three tiers of ruffle on the bottoms and a rose placed adorably at her hip. And the top is also three tiers of ruffles with a pink rose on the right side.

It's a size three and she's now a healthy size 4 so her little cheeks kinda hang out and her tummy protrudes showing how well fed she is these days.

So she's walking around with her pink bottoms on, and flip flops, and nothing else.

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And she talks incessantly, or sings...

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So I'm used to hearing Sophie voice at all times.

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There was a pause...

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Hmmmm

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She says....

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Now, where is my

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boobie topping?

Lil bully

Nine times out of ten, this is how I see my Sunshine.

Right?

All nice and sunshiny,

happy as a flower on a bright summer day,

sweet as a freshly frosted cupcake,

fresh as an apple ripe on the tree,

as playful as a fuzzy lil kitten,

as bright as the most brilliant star in the sky.

She's just so happy ALL the time,

we can barely stand it.

But, look at her here.

Look at her eyebrows furrowed,

her nostrils flared,

her tight little lip.

She's something to be reckoned with!

But this picture makes me laugh every time!

I can't help it.

I'm sorry,

it's just so...

she tries to look so mad.

Really do you want to mess with this girl?

Do you still just want to eat her all up?

Dontcha just want to pick her up...

tell her she's just the meanest,

cutest,

toughest,

roughest,

lil bully

you've ever met?

Potty Mouth

The three kids got to have a sleepover at Ammi Kiki and Papa Joe's house last weekend. This is always an exciting event for the everyone involved. Reasons as follows:

1.) Ammie and Papa get to be entertained with all the fun stuff the kids say and do.

2.)Big Daddy and I get to have a lovely little dinner date at a fancy schmancy restaurant.

3.)The kids get to stay up later than usual.

4.)The kids get to sleep in sleeping bags, eat some junk, the works.

However it seems that my sweet little Sophie who is always so full of love is having a little issue. I mean, I don' t know where she gets it, I just don't know where she hears this from.

Let me just tell you the story I got from Ammie Kiki while driving to one of my favorite shopping destinations. The destination is JoAnn's Fabrics. I'm a natural Martha Stewart at heart.
Other than not having the knack for envisioning the perfect curtain color, or creating yummy mini torts, or arranging a flower vase, I'm so her!

So in driving to my fav spot, my mother in law through uncontrollable bits of laughter tells me this:

So the kids were hungry and they wanted pizza. So I have those flour tortillas, and made mini pepperoni pizza's and I had cut them in cute little triangles. (giggle giggle)

So Eva was downstairs doing her thing. And it was just Joey and Sophie sitting at the island. (giggle giggle) So I'm at the sink with my back turned to the kids, (giggle giggle) and Sophie says, and she sounded just like you! (giggle giggle) I mean I could hear the words coming out of your mouth! So she says (giggle giggle) I mean JUST like you. (giggle giggle)...this is too funny...she says...

What the hell is on this pizza? (We are both cracking up now) Just in the cutest little voice of hers... and I just couldn't even turn around to say anything I was laughing so hard! (We are both dying laughing now.) She sounded just like you!

Oh good gracious! Do I say "what the hell" often? If I do, I don't even realize it!
And then to top off that one. The same day I get this story, I'm sitting here at my computer, typing away, like I do, and those damn birds bam into my front window daily. Scares the bejesus out of me, leaves marks on the front windows, those crazy, kamikazee, kooky flying bag of feathers...

BAM!

Did you hear that Sophie?

She is lying on the floor next to me, a pencil in one hand and a pen in the other, they are talking to each other, saving the world or something. She looks up at me, gets up, goes to the window to inspect the situation. She looks out..."those damn birds." My jaw drops. Really?... Really Sophie?

I mean where in the hell does she get this crap? I have no damn idea!

Do you?

The New Bob

I made the mistake of buying a three year old a pack of gum, sugarless mind you. And then I lost my mind and thought it'd be okay to let her have the WHOLE pack.
So as no surprise to me,
she ended up with gum in her hair. Not on the side of her head where you would typically find a wad of gum in a wee tot's hair.
OH NO! Not Sophie.
If you turn her completely around and look smack in the middle of the back of her head???
Yes, that's where she managed to get the gum stuck in her hair.
Every kid is going to get gum stuck in his/her hair at least once in life.
I don't think they can graduate to adulthood until completion of "get gum stuck in hair" requirement is met.

She's growing her bangs out anyway. I've never cut the back of her hair, I suppose today's the day she'll receive her first real haircut. And not just the bang cut, which we've done several times, but a real cut-a-few-inches-off-the-back cut. And then we take the cut hair and put it in a little envelope and store it away for years and years?

How exciting I get to play beautician this morning! I've secretly always wanted to cut hair for a living. I would dress all hip and cool, have some funky, chunky colored do, lots of big jewelry, smack my gum.... on second thought, those poor women, on their feet all day, I bet their back muscles ache like the dickens after a long days work. I'm too wimpy for that. So it just will suffice for me to cut the sweet wittle baby hairs upon my children's heads. So woohoo-I get to put on my beautician hat this particular morning!

I lay her back with her head in the sink. I wash. I ask her questions like, "So what do you do for a living?" and "Do you have any brothers and sisters?" That one she can actually answer. I rinse. "Do you have any pets?" That was age appropriate too. And then "So do you love Dora? What's your favorite cookie?" Gotta keep the clients talking, you know?

We dry and she sits up all nice and pretty for me on the bathroom counter while I proceed to give her a cute little bob. With the help of a little hair product, her growing out bangs are swept neatly to the side.

Adorable she looks!

Don't you think?

This was a little while later

at breakfast.

Note the sweet little grin,

and bits of food on her cute little chin.

I digress...yet again.

But note the hair, the cute bob cut.

That's what we're talking about here.

And this one.

After the cut is completed, I ask her to meet me at the front counter, "That will be $85 please."
Oh wait, that is my fantasy world.
After the cut is completed, she skips off happily, out of my bedroom, hair aswingin in the breeze. Yes- there's breeze in my bedroom, what?

A few hours pass. I'm hanging out on the computer, like I do and Sophie comes in.
She's got some short sticky uppy hairs on top of her head. On further inspection, there is a tiny chunk taken out of the right side too. What happened to my cute bobbed girl?

"Sophie did you cut your hair?" I asked.

"No" she says quickly.

"Are you sure? There are little hairs sticking up on the top of your head. I didn't cut those. Did you cut those?" I ask again.

"No" she says just as quick as the first time.

"How'd they get so short?"

The scissors just cutted them."

"How did the scissors just cut them?"

Then she says, get this---"they just boinged up, and cutted my hair and then boinged back on the counter!"

Oh! So they are magic scissors I say.

She looks at me like I'm crazy, "No they are your scissors!"

"Mommy?....just....(with a roll of the eyes)....I love you! You're the best Mommy ever!"

Not even kidding. Once again she's charmed me with those big blue eyes and profession of love and now that cute little bob?
I'm done for!

We love cheese

We already know that Sophie is cute.

Why, she is cuter than a basketfull of puppies nipping at each others ears.
She is so full of love, it's ridiculous.
How do I know this?
Just watch the video called Sophie's love. She does this every day. Several times a day.
She just professes her love all day long.

Just this morning she was eating a mozzerella stick.
Why a mozzerella stick in the morning you ask? It's not your typical bowl of cereal, or eggs and bacon, but it's cheese- calcium, and I'm a cool mommy.
And might I add that those are the most delicious little sticks of love I have had the pleasure of licking my fingers after. You can find them in your local grocer's freezer section. It's the Friday's restaurant brand? Holy Guacamole they are good!
Anyway, Sophie, in addition to loving me, commented on how she loves cheese.
Yes, she is obviously my daughter seeing how we share an immense love for the stringy, the ooeygooey, the stinky, the yellow, white and/or marbled..... C H E E S E!
She had a mouthful, overzealous with joy and pleasure from that little cheesy deliciousness.
In watching her,
her eyes watered a little,
mouth full, cheeks puffed out a little.
She's looking at me intently now.
Oh my God!
She's choking!
She can't breath!
"Sophie?"
She can't speak!
Can she?
Oh crap! Oh crap!
I just get a stare.
"SAY SOMETHING!"
(little wave of panic dances in my belly.)
Another stare... about four seconds go by.
-Gulp-
"I love you." she quietly says.
And big cheesy smile!
Deep breath for me...
Oh Thank God!
She loves her Mommy as much as she loves cheese!