Friday, February 29, 2008
On Tuesday morning, driving Sophie to pre-school, I explained that Bennett was on her way.
Momma: Aunt La-la is going to the hospital today and she's going to have Baby Bennett!
Sophie: She's going to have a little sister for meeeeeeee?
M: Well, not exactly. Bennett will be your cousin baby, remember?
S: Oh. Her my FAVORITE FRIEND.
Welcome to the world, Bennett! We can't wait to see you in March!
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Sophie: Yes or no?
S: Yes or no or just okay?
M: What was the first question?
S: Yes or no?
M: No, I mean before that. What am I answering?
S: Just okay?
Then, loading her back into the car, I offer Sophie some Smart Puffs (a sort of popcorn-flavored cheese puff thing):
M: Want some of these Smart Puffs?
S: Fart smuffs?
M: No..Sssssssmart Puffs. Sssssuuuummmmm-mart.
S: Sure. I'll have sssssuuuuuummmm more.
S: I wanna hold that thing (indicating the whole bag of Fart Muffs).
M: You wanna hold what? (trying to get her to say Smart Puffs).
S: The wrapper. I wanna hold the wrapper.
So I hand it to her, and she looks at Albert Einstein on the bag and says:
S: Oooooh, Daddy! I'm eating these just like Daddy!
So I shove a handful of Fart Muffs in my mouth and shut up.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Thursday, February 14, 2008
After school, here's Sophie's shoebox-mailbox bounty of VDay cards. Hooray for mail! (Especially when a lollypop is taped to the mail.)
Monday, February 11, 2008
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Sophie has a doll she calls Baby Tom. She has a similar looking girl doll that she first named "Jesus," but that name morphed into Pink Baby Tom.
Frank and I went to our 20 week ultrasound appointment today and the verdict is in: it's a BLUE BABY! We're thrilled to know that we're going to have one of each, and a little overwhelmed, too (I speak for myself, here) to know that we're entering into a whole new realm of parenting. I know what to do with Pink Baby Tom (aka Sophie), but I guess I need to hone my destructive, dirt-eating, scab-picking, football-throwing skills.
Good news for our soon-to-be-here cousin babies, Bennett and Sadie Kate: we've got some girl clothes we won't be recycling in the Webster household! Oh, we're not opposed to little "Stevie Ray" wearing pink, but anything with bows or laces is now up for grabs. And if you see a football on sale, send it our way. :)
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Sub-sub-title: Oh, Pickles!
A few quick Sophie-stories for ya...
Lately, she likes to pretend like she is sick. (I was sick for a couple of weeks with a sinus infection, and I think all my couch-lounging and whining set a bad example for her.) Anywho, she demands a pill when she's sick. Since we don't want to over-dose on Flinstone's vitamins, we've started giving her mini-marshmallows as "pills." She's fighting an addiction, now. At least three pills a day. We may have to stage an intervention soon.
And the word of the day is... WHY?!? She has asked this question before, but never with the frequency and ferocity that started this weekend. Oh yeah...Frank was out of town this weekend. So our entire weekend went something like this: Me: Time to take a bath. Sophie: Why? Me: Because you're dirty. Sophie: Why? Me: Because you turned your pbj into an open-faced sandwich and you have jelly on your nose. Sophie: Why? Me: Because it protrudes from your face. Sophie: Why? Me: Because you'd look funny if it went the other direction. Sophie: Why? Me: Because society has certain expectations of the way faces should look....GET IN THE BATHTUB!!!!
And one last update. Every morning she demands a granola bar and milk. Sometimes we manage to get some egg in there, or cereal, but breakfast always begins with a granola bar and milk. Today she stumbled groggily into the kitchen and said, "I want some water. And a pickle." And she ate it up, folks.