Belated 1 year Photos

Okay, so she was actually almost 14 months old in these pictures, but who’s counting. That Mother of the Year keeps slipping further and further away from my reach! We had some pictures taken at our house by a friend of a girl I work with. She was awesome and the pictures turned out so cute! She was very patient with Sophie, who did great, but is 14 months old! Here are just a few of my favorites. I would highly recommend this photographer, her website is www.goldenmoments-photography.com. She is very affordable and has two small children of her own (and the patience to go with it)! Check out our beautiful girl…don’t you want to come see her??? This may take multiple posts because there are many “favorites”…let’s start with the tutu shots.
 

Sophie's first fat lip

We put Sophie to bed and I was downstairs doing the 150 things that I didn’t get done during the day while Adam was playing Guitar Hero. I heard a loud thump and ran into the bedroom to flip on Sophie’s video monitor and she was HYSTERICAL (obviously not her norm). I ran upstairs and Adam and I found her in her bed crying with blood on her face and on her favorite pink pig. I’m not sure exactly what happened, but apparently she lost her balance during the disco and landed on the crib rail mouth first. She calmed down with her chilly bear on her lip and some books. But bless her heart, she busted her lip open!

Sophie's 1st Haircut

It was time. We discussed it for a month. We considered the pros and cons. We discussed it with our friends. We slept on it. We thought about it some more. We checked with everyone to decide where to go. We prayed about it (okay, I didn’t actually waste God’s time on this). But you will all be sad to know that the redneck rattail is gone…well almost, but that’s another story.

Either way, Sophie had her first haircut. Now normally my posts are full of pictures and light on words, but I feel the need to elaborate here. I was REALLY looking forward to Sophie’s 1st haircut. I know that is ridiculous, but I LOVE to get my haircut and I thought it would be really fun to take her. I even made Adam come with us. I really did do research to try to decide the best place to take her for this momentous event. We finally decided to take her to a kids salon in Franklin. I was really excited! Her hair was looking a bit shady, hanging in her face, etc. I couldn’t wait to see how she looked after her first haircut. Well…she looks fine.

We walk into the salon. It is walk-ins only and no one was there (maybe this should have been a red flag, but I kept going). The receptionist asked if I wanted the 1st haircut package. OF COURSE…I’m the ultimate consumer, make it look like a deal and call it a package and I want it. Plus this was her FIRST haircut.
So the stylist comes up to get us and the receptionist tells her that it is Sophie’s first haircut. I wasn’t exactly expecting fireworks…but maybe a LITTLE excitement for us? Come on…she’s had a rattail for almost 14 months…this is BIG. The stylist just says “Yeah, I know” and takes us back to her station.

So here I need to digress a little. You know how some people have a calling to do what they do. I think of myself…not that I actually think I am the world’s greatest NNP, and know for a fact that I’m not. BUT I have always been obsessed with babies, I wanted to be in the medical field but hate vomit, I wanted a more flexible lifestyle than that of a physician but also wanted more autonomy/responsibility that a bedside nurse. So NNP fits me. As my favorite TV personality Jeff Lewis (from Flipping Out) says, I found a job that embraces my neurosis. Let’s look at my sister…she loves psychology, is the ultimate counselor to the world, is very entertaining and dramatic (in a theatrical way), is a great storyteller, etc…high school psychology teacher. PERFECT. On a side note, one of my co-workers has a good friend who has a daughter in Wendy’s class and she said that Wendy is EVERYONE’S favorite teacher. I believe it. Adam loves gadgets, Jason loves shooting people (JUST KIDDING). No really, my point being that you need to find what you are good at keep going. So the point of all this is that I’m pretty sure being a stylist to the children is NOT this girl’s calling and maybe she needs to keep going. This is probably not her life’s aspiration.

We sit Sophie down in the chair where the stylist throws a cape on her and Sophie (scared to death) starts crying. What would you do? Pause, do a dance, sing a song, turn on a movie? OR…do you shove a cookie in her face and start yelling “Want a cookie? Want a cookie?” Now, Sophie’s mommy knows all too well what a cookie is. Sophie sees an animal shaped brown thing being shoved in her face. She clearly DIDN’T want a cookie. Here are a couple pictures as a reward for hanging in there so far. Look at the hands gripping the side of the chair…which she is NOT seat belted into…I might add. Keep in mind that Sophie hardly EVER cries. Unless a bunch of waiters at a Mexican restaurant come over and start singing and clapping really loud, but again, another time.

The stylist then looks at me and says “What do you want me to do?” Ummm…stop and let me do more research for another place to take her? Is that an option? You are scaring me lady. Anyway, Sophie and I brave it out and say “Just clean it up.” She begins cutting. Here is the final picture of the rattail.
 
She cut her hair for about 3 minutes maybe?? The haircut was fine. It’s just that the whole experience was a little anti-climatic for me. Here is the final look. She then proceeded to pick Sophie up and carry her to the front of the store and kept asking for her card. I have no idea what she is talking about so she tells the receptionist she needs a card and puts it in a machine and gets Sophie a toy. Okay, that was pretty cute. She then takes a blurry picture of Sophie to complete the package deal and we get a little certificate and a lock of hair. So while a bit disappointed with the experience on the whole. Her hair does look pretty cute! Maybe I just shouldn’t look forward to these things so much!

Now…I need to learn how to make hair bows, that’s my next goal for my role as mommy of the year. Quit laughing…