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1. I want more pictures of Sophie and me together. Unfortunately, most of them turn out like this. Sophie looks ADORABLE, and I’d been out in the rain before this was taken. Sigh. It’s not that bad, but I wish we had more. I want to remember being together when she’s at this age.
2. I’ve had a lot of funny experiences with strangers in my personal space this week. Perhaps the funniest was while buckling Sophie into her car seat at the post office, I had a sweet older lady open the car door and start talking to me about what a cute little boy I have (Sophie was in a puffed sleeve shirt, ruffled skirt, and had a pink pacifier, though no bow). Though slightly weirded out at having a stranger open our car door, she seemed completely harmless, so I smiled politely and nodded. Just as she was closing the door, she said “he’s so cute. Wait. Boy or girl?” I responded “girl.” Then she said “I had to paste a bow on my daughter’s head so people could tell she was a girl. But we mothers, we can always tell, can’t we?” Made me laugh, since she clearly hadn’t been able to tell. C’est la vie, eh?
3. Sophie is getting closer and closer to crawling. We’ve only had a (very) few scoots. She gets her arms and legs moving, just not in a coordinated enough way to move forward. I know as soon as she’s mobile, I’ll be chasing after her and she’ll be getting into everything, but her progress is so fun I can’t help being excited for it.
4. I love Sophie’s little dainty movements. Sophie cracks me up with her pointed fingers, dainty hand movements, and her straight-backed sitting. She’s a little lady, through and through. I adore it.
5. She keeps me laughing. She gets in on the joke when she balances things on her head, and gives me these sweet smiles as she plays. I love them!
Happy Friday!
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oh who are we kidding, even after being in the rain, you look as adorable as sophie!! really, it’s not fair!! but yes, it IS hard to get pictures of baby AND mama. it doesn’t get any easier the more kids you have. you just have to try harder!
barrett is soooo close to crawling too. he’s doing the backwards scooting, rolling everywhere he wants to go, spinning in circles. he can pretty much get anywhere he wants to go right now but oy….it’s gonna get crazy when he takes off!!
It’s the best Friday! I can hardly wait to get to kiss and cuddle sweet Sophie at my very own house! Thanks for increasing the anticipation more than I thought was possible!
I love that our girls are relatively the same age, so everything Sophie is doing is a double take at our house!
Cute!
My little girl gets called a beautiful little boy all the time. I’m like really? Everything she is wearing shouts “I’m a girl”, but like you said, unless there is a bow in her hair at all times, it will inevitably happen.
So I was wondering…Jordan had an awesome mashed sweet potato recipe with brown sugar and pecan yumminess, and I loved it! She gave it to me forever ago and I was pretty sure I had it. I have searched for it with no luck. Would you happen to have that recipe? and if so, could I get it from you?!
Thanks for your wonderful blog, and all of your wonderful recipes!
~Kamie
She’s just darling!
She is so sweet. And if it makes you feel any better, the nurses at the hospital (yes the ones who had our medical info and were helping take care of Jackson) kept telling me how adorable my little GIRL was
Gotta love it!
I laughed at the old lady story. Something similar happened to me with my oldest. It just makes me laugh!
And, I’m a mom who LOVES when my kids become mobile. Everyone warned me that I’d be hating life, but with each one, I have been so excited for them to get a move on! Especially when my middle child did not walk until 16 months. And we were living in Wymount and I had to carry her chunkiness everywhere. Yes, you have to baby-proof a little more, but it is so nice when they can follow you around a bit.
First of all, you are just glowing, Motherhood totally suits you.
My favorite is when old people at church come up and comment on your “cute little fella.” My “cute little fella” just so happened to be decked out from head to toe in pink ruffles, pink blanket and pink bow. Maybe that’s what all babies were called in that generation? “Fella”