Though I believe there is no point in brushing baby teeth since they are going to fall out anyway (per the wise words of Adam Sandler in Big Daddy…our primary parenting resource), I decided the pink “my first colgate” toothbrush was too cute to resist! At first Sophie was convinced this was a new form of baby torture I cooked up to follow the bulb syringe to her nose, but once she realized the toothpaste tasted like berries she was okay with it! I mean, who looks this cute brushing their teeth? It’s ridiculous!
Friday, February 22, 2008
Every time I see a picture of Sophie, the song “My Angel is a Centerfold” pops into my head. Probably not good…but I’m specifically referring to the line about flashing her baby blues. I sing it to Sophie all the time. Maybe I should start saving up for her psychologist too! But look at her…man I want to wake her up and kiss her right now…in fact I think I will, she’s only a baby once!
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Sophie was playing on her playmat waiting for us to get ready to go to the hospital. She rolled over and decided to take a quick cat nap on her tummy. She usually HATES to be on her belly so this is the first time she has ever fallen asleep that way.
We missed having my dad around the house, so Sophie tried to fill in just a little for us. Here she is in my dad’s chair with his lap desk working on her first Sudoku IN INK. My dad said that if she sits in his chair she has to use ink on the puzzles.
We just got back from spending the week in Knoxville with my parents. My dad got a brand new hip on Tuesday so Sophie and I spent the week keeping my mom company and cheering up Pap-pap. He is doing great and we are back at home. Here is Sophie trying out my dad’s hospital equipment. She loved the trapeze the best.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Here are some better pictures of Sophie. her bear, and her Valentine’s flowers. These are from an actual camera, not my phone, go figure! Zoe may look innocent in these pictures, but her true motivation for being in the chair is to check if the bear is interested in being her “special valentine”, if you know what I mean. The pet psychologist will have be on speed dial, once I find one.