tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46593662592554441992024-03-12T23:19:40.964-05:00Huskins HighlightsAdam * Katie * Sophie * Zoe * TiggerKatiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05422881505547824584noreply@blogger.comBlogger355125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659366259255444199.post-23274140857284884882012-11-12T22:25:00.001-06:002012-11-12T22:27:44.789-06:00Cracking me UP!<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Looking back through my Facebook status posts I realized that there are some hilarious things I'm afraid I will forget. I am going to try to keep up with these things on this blog so I have a record of them. The child is hilarious and cracks me up at least daily! Here are some highlights from 2011-2012</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">While saying prayers with Sophie, she stopped me and said "no, Sophie first" then started her prayer with "once a time" (her version of once upon a time). Maybe we need to lay off the Disney books...</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Me: Sophie do you want ketchup with your fries? Sophie: Nope. Me: What are you? A communist? Sophie: No mommy, I'm a princess.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Me: Sophie, you cannot walk out to the car in a crabwalk. Sophie: Why not mommy? Me: Because when you get to the stairs it will look like the exorcist. Sophie: Can I walk like a penguin instead? Me: Only if it is a fast one.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">I put Sophie in the car to go Christmas shopping and then I hear...Sophie: mommy stop! Me: What's wrong Sophie? Sophie:No mommy. It's Soph-y-ya and I forgot my purse. I stand corrected...but I'm not sure there is a store that accepts plastic quarters.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">December 3rd, 2011</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Sophie: Where are we going next mommy? Me: Home. Are you ready to go home? Sophie: No go home mommy. Me: Well, where do you want to go? Sophie: Best Buy. GREAT...I live with two of them.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Sophie told Buddy (the elf) that he needed to tell Santa that she bonked her head so he will bring her bandaids for Christmas. That is just pitiful.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Sophie: MOOMMMEEE! I have a boo-boo! Me: Where? Sophie: i fall down..(pointing to a small rug burn) i need to go to the doctor! Me: Okay drama queen simmer down. I think you will be okay. Sophie: (totally indignant) Mommy, i not a queen...I am a princess. Me: Sweetie, when it comes to drama...you are the queen.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Leaving the house today...Sophie: Bye bye Daddy! Me: Sweetie, daddy isn't home...he had to go to work remember? Sophie: At Best Buy? Me: No sweetie Daddy has to go to work so he can GO to Best Buy...but he doesn't actually work there. Sophie: I sorry mommy. Me: So is he baby, so is he.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Sophie: Where are you going momma? Me: I have to go to work today. Sophie: Why? Me: So we can buy food, pay bills, have a car...Sophie: And jelly beans? Me: That's right baby, momma works for jelly beans.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">January 21st, 2012</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Me: Sophie, you have to wait until after dinner to put on your costume. Sophie: Why? Josie (my 4 year old niece): Because you will get it dirty if you wear it while you eat pizza. Me: Thank you Josie! Josie: My mommy told me that i have to answer all of Sophie's "why" questions. Adam and Me in unison: How long can you stay?</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Last night Sophie was having trouble sharing her snack trap. I went to get another one for Josie. Adam: "What is going on up there?" Me: "Your daughter is being terrible." Josie (my niece ie:Wendy's daughter): "But Wendy's daughter is being wonderful!" Me: "And modest."</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Sophie: Mommy, I need a snack. Me: You don't need a snack, you just ate some Skittles. Sophie: That not a snack, that a present. Me: Good point.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Sophie just came out of her room crying hysterically and holding her finger. When I asked her what happened, she said that Zoe (the dog) bit her finger. Zoe is sound asleep under my desk by my feet. Hmm...Sophie lies almost as well as her mommy.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Sophie: Sophie is a princess, mommy you are a queen. Me: What is daddy? Sophie: Daddy is in big trouble. Me: So true Sophie Bean, so true.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Sophie was up until 2, then up again at 8. She is currently running around like she has been smoking crack...I, on the other hand, feel like I took Nyquil. She just asked me for some coffee (no, we don't let her have it). I predict this ends badly.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Sophie in the backseat of the car consumes 3/4 of a cereal bar and hands it to me. SOphie: I'm done. Me: Seriously Sophie? You couldn't finish the last two bites? Sophie: No, I'm done. I proceed to throw the last bites out the window, Me: well I guess the birds can eat it. Sophie: I want some more mommy. Me: Of course you do.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">"Na nana a boo boo" Sophie style..."I go to poopoo." Brilliant.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Last night while putting Sophie to bed she insisted on wearing her fluffy robe. I was afraid she would get hot so I asked her if she was sure...she said yes and reached into the pocket and pulled out a handful of caramel popcorn. Smart girl.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Me: Sophie, seriously...if you ask why one more time I am going to cry. Sophie: (singing) Why, whywhywhywhhhhyyyyy why whyyyyy. Me: Well, that backfired. Sophie: Why?</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Mystery solved...Sophie came downstairs this morning with an M&M stuck in her hair, I had no idea where it came from. Tonight after I put her to bed I heard her talking and went to check on her...she was in bed eating M&Ms that she had stashed in her purse.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Me: Sophie, would you like chocolate milk for breakfast? Sophie: No mommy. Me: Really? Do you want white milk? Sophie: No mommy. Me: Okay, well what would you like to drink? Sophie: Ummm...I want milk. Me: White or chocolate? Sophie: Chocolate. Me: Is it any wonder why I am losing my mind? Sophie: Why mommy?</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Me: Hey Soph, Mule Days are this weekend, you want to go? Sophie: What's that? Me: Well it involves mules, people shopping for junk, and huge pork chops. Then everyone drinks too much and ends up in the ER Sophie: There are horsies and shopping? Me: Well...sort of. Sophie: Let's do it!</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Sophie has starting calling everyone "Honey". This includes waiters, the mailman, check out people, the greeter at Costco, etc. No one was more surprised than the valet who brought our car to us after speech therapy when Sophie said "Thank you Honey" and handed him our ticket. I think she made his day...she certainly made mine.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Last night I was getting ready for bed. I came into the den on my PJs and Sophie said to me..."Mommy, you are hubba hubba."</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Sophie woke up this morning, looked me square in the face, and with a dead serious tone said to me "Mommy...the doctor said, no more monkey jump on the bed."</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">My kid is quite possibly the worst hide N seek player ever. She asks you to count and then stands right next to you. Once you say "ready or not here I come" she starts running around yelling "come find me mommy", opens the cabinet door and sticks her head inside.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">I stepped out of the shower this morning and Sophie was standing by my sink, elbow on the counter, swinging her hair and looking at herself in the mirror...she said "What's your name mommy?" In a sleazy guy at the bar kind of way. I think she tried to pick me up.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Sophie: Why is it Marisa's birthday? Me: Because today is the day she was born. Sophie: What is born mean? Me: Well, it is the day she came out of her mommy's belly. Sophie: For cupcakes? Me: Yes baby, most people are born just for cupcakes.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Sophie was jumping all around and acting like a fool at a restaurant. Me: Listen sister, you need to sit down, in your chair, on your bottom. Sophie: Mommy, I not your sister. Me: Point taken.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">It has taken a few years, but Sophie is in love with "Chicky Moo" (the Chick Fil A cow)...unfortunately she has to share. As he was wandering away she yelled "no go anywhere Chicky Moo, I am right here!"</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Sophie asked for "blue muffins" (blueberry muffins) for breakfast. I made her some from scratch with fresh blueberries and streusel. She sat down at the table and asked..."what's the blue stuff in my toast?"</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Sophie: Mama, I want to read a book. Me: Okay, pick one out and I will read it to you. Sophie: NO Mama, I want to read it all by myself!! Me: Okay do it. Long pause.....Sophie: Mama, I can't read. Me: I thought that might be a problem.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Sophie: Mama, I wanna talk to God. Me: That's great sweetie, I know he woud love to hear from you. Sophie: God, hi, I'm Sophie, I'm 5. Me: God knows how old you are Bean, he made you. Sophie: Made me? Like a cake? Me: Exactly, only he made you with extra frosting.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Adam: Sophie, I miss you already, I love you so much. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Sophie: Mommy, make daddy stop talking.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Katie: Sophie, that's not very nice...daddy is telling you how much he loves you. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Adam: Yeah Sophie, that hurts my feelings. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Sophie: (pointing to Adam) Cry. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">That child is hardcore and I cannot imagine where she gets it.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">July 27th, 2012</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">While vacuuming with my new cordless vacuum Sophie took it away from me and won't give it back. Now I'm sitting on the couch while she vacuums. I could get used to this.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Sophie: Mama, I want a snack. Me: No sweetie, we are going to have lunch. Sophie: I not hungry. Me: That sounds about right.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">August 23rd, 2012</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">I told Sophie to put her clothes on this morning and was thrilled when she did it all by herself...then realized she had on two pairs of panties and put her dress on over her nightgown. I guess I need to be more specific.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">August 24th, 2012</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Sophie has a babydoll, Molly, that asks for food. She fed her and Molly said "more please" she fed her more and Molly said "I'm thirsty", she gave her juice and more food. Then Molly said "thirsty, juice please" and "I'm hungry mommy" and Sophie said "Hey, I have an idea! Molly, you take a nap." Welcome to motherhood Sophie.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Tonight at bedtime Sophie told me that her baby sister is in the hospital and needs a haircut. So...if anyone knows of a particularly hairy baby girl that needs a home...I think she is supposed to be here.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">September 7th, 2012</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">I took Sophie to the mall this evening. We ate at the food court and Sophie didn't finish her milk so I put it in my purse. We were in a store and Sophie said she was thirsty so I gave her the milk. The next thing I hear is the sound of milk pouring out. I panic a bit and turn around to find her pouring her milk into a cup that was for sale in the store. Of course there were witnesses and I just said..."yeah, that just happened". The worst part of the story is that it happened to be a Univ of Michigan cup...so I couldn't even buy it. The child is crazy.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">September 30th, 2012</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Josie taught Sophie to "Zip it, lock it, put it in your pocket." Sophie's version is "Quiet mouth, hands in pockets, color in the lines." There are just too many rules in life.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">October 9th, 2012</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Sophie: MOMMM...Zoe ate my lunch! Me: Well how did she get your lunch off the table. Sophie: I gave it to her. Me: Then why are you yelling at her about it? Sophie: Because she ate it. Me: Glad we cleared that up.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">October 30th, 2012</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">On the way home today Sophie kept saying "look mommy it's a hawky tawky." I turned around and she was talking into a mashed up juice box with the straw as her antenna. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">November 12th, 2012</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Sophie is all about hide and seek. Yesterday I was working on my computer and I saw her sneak into the pantry and very quietly close the doors. Playing along I said "Where is Sophie? I wonder if she went upstairs? Or maybe she's in the bedroom". She couldn't stand it and from inside the pantry I heard her sweet little voice say "maybe in the snack closet?"</span>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05422881505547824584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659366259255444199.post-82241249464018763272012-08-27T19:36:00.001-05:002012-08-27T19:36:38.135-05:00Where to Begin?I am so far behind I am not even sure where to begin. I think I will post this and then I will go back and try to post in the past. First I will start with funny Sophie stories...<br />
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<b>Made like a cake-July 12, 2012</b><br />
Sophie was sitting at the kitchen table one day and we had the following conversation.<br />
S: Mommy, I wanna talk to God<br />
K: That's great sweetie, I know he would love to hear from you.<br />
S: God, hi, I'm Sophie, I'm 5.<br />
K: God knows how old you are Bean, he made you.<br />
S: Made me? Like a cake?<br />
K: Exactly, only he made you with extra frosting<br />
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I mean COME ON...does it get any sweeter than that?<br />
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<b>Cry Daddy-July 23, 2012</b><br />
Adam was getting ready to leave on a trip and we went out for lunch. While we were sitting at the table this is what went down.<br />
Adam: Sophie, I miss you already, I love you so much<br />
Sophie: Mommy, make daddy stop talking.<br />
Katie: Sophie, that's not very nice...daddy is telling you how much he loves you.<br />
Adam: Yeah Sophie, that hurts my feelings.<br />
Sophie: (pointing to Adam) Cry.<br />
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That child is hardcore and I cannot imagine where she gets it.<br />
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<b>Snack Addiction-July 31, 2012</b><br />
Sophie has a serious issue with snacking. Adam is almost famous for his stash of snacks and his history of cornering the market on cheez its. Sophie has inherited this trait and constantly asks for snacks. She may have just finished a meal that she actually ate...and she'll ask for a snack. If anyone wonders why I'm losing my mind...this is what happens multiple times a day.<br />
Sophie: Mama, I want a snack.<br />
Katie: No sweetie, we are going to have lunch.<br />
Sophie: I not hungry.<br />
Katie: That sounds about right.<br />
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The good news is that she loves healthy snacks, otherwise I'd be more worried.<br />
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<b>Cussing-August 11, 2012</b><br />
Sophie: (playing angry birds in the backseat). Da&^ it.<br />
Katie: SOPHIE...what did you just say?<br />
Sophie: Da&^ it, da&^ it, da&^ it.<br />
Katie: Sophie, that is not a nice thing to say...(giggle giggle). You can't say that.<br />
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This isn't the first time she's said it. The first time we were at a hotel while our floors were being finished and Sophie dropped her ice cream cone and said "Da&^ it, da&^ it, da&^ it, mommy...da&^ it". What's interesting is that this really isn't my word of choice. I'm still trying to figure out where she heard it...and trying not to laugh when she uses it appropriately.<br />
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<b>Take a Nap-August 24, 2012</b><br />
Sophie has a babydoll named Molly that asks for food and juice. We let her pick out a present before she had her surgery and Molly was what she wanted. She is a BabyAlive, but one that eats fake food and requires no cleanup. The sweetest part is that there were dolls that looked just like her with blond hair and blue eyes and there were little black baby ones with brown eyes. She picked out the black one. I, personally, love it. As most people know, I've always had a heart for adoption and have really been considering international adoption. I'm still in the joking about it phase, but who knows where we will be lead. In the meantime, I love that Sophie picked a babydoll of a different race...who knows, maybe someday she will have a baby sister who looks just like her. However, Molly is a bit annoying....she asks for food A LOT. Sounds like another little girl I know. We were sitting on the back porch the other day and Sophie was feeding Molly. Molly said "more please." Sophie fed her more and Molly said "I'm thirsty", Sophie gave her juice and more food. Then Molly said "thirsty, juice please." Sophie ignored her and Molly said "I'm hungry mommy," Sophie said "Hey, I have an idea! Molly, you take a nap!" All I could do is welcome Sophie to motherhood! The funniest part is when she she says "I have an idea!", she puts her finger up in the air like it just came to her. I'm trying to catch it on video...no luck yet.<br />
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There are so many more stories...and so many more pictures to post...I guess I better start working on it! Stay tuned!<br />
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Katie<br />
<br />Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05422881505547824584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659366259255444199.post-91104347336836879362011-12-25T20:06:00.000-06:002012-08-27T20:07:29.395-05:00Christmas 2011<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
2011 Christmas was pretty special. We had an early Christmas in Franklin with the Huskins because Adam was supposed to be out of town. However, he ended up being with us on Christmas and we were together in Knoxville as well! What a nice surprise.</div>
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Santa's Letter to Sophie<br />
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<b><span style="font-family: "Bradley Hand ITC"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">My
dearest Sophia-<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Bradley Hand ITC"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Thank
you so much for the milk and wonderful cookies, your mom is a great baker! Did
you help her with those? They tasted soooo good after a long flight. The
reindeer loved their carrot and the popcorn was great too! Thank you for
remembering them. I know your daddy has to be away for Christmas this year, so
I brought you your presents a little bit early so he can be with you on your
“Christmas morning”. I know that you have been a very good girl this year, so I
have some extra special gifts the elves made just for you. I hope you like
them. Be a good girl this year! Merry Christmas Sophia! <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Bradley Hand ITC"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Love,<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Bradley Hand ITC"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Santa
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Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donder, Blitzen, and of course Rudolph
too)<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05422881505547824584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659366259255444199.post-20428681049601312822011-12-18T20:43:00.000-06:002012-08-27T20:43:25.435-05:00The First Annual Huskins' Cookie SwapThis year I hosted the 1st Annual Huskins' Cookie Swap at our house, mostly for work friends, but I made my sister participate too! It was so much fun and I'm sure I will do this again!<div>
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Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05422881505547824584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659366259255444199.post-89226125841526698402011-12-03T21:42:00.002-06:002011-12-03T21:43:42.926-06:00Merry Christmas!<div class="sflyProductPreviewWidget" style="height: 494px; width: 425px;"><div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetTop" style="background-image: url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/top.gif); height: 6px;"></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetCenter" style="background-image: url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/bg.gif); background-repeat: repeat-y; height: 482px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; padding-top: 0px;"><div class="sflyProductPreviewLogo" style="height: 34px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 14px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 14px; width: 105px;"><img src="http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/logo.gif" style="background: #ffffff; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; box-shadow: none; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewContainer" style="height: 350px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=2caN2jZm4g&cid=SFLYOCWIDGET&eid=115"><img src="http://images-community.shutterfly.com/prs/v1/2caN2jZmw/2caN2jZmziw/p/67b0de21b3127d902548/JPEG/1322970152000/0/" style="background: #ffffff; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; box-shadow: none; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /></a></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewMessageContainer" style="background-color: #f4f4e9; height: 55px; line-height: 19px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 15px; text-align: center;"><div class="sflyProductPreviewTitle" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-seris; font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold;">Joy Banner Christmas Card</div><div class="sflyProductPreviewSEOText" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-seris; font-size: 13px;">Shop Shutterfly for unique, personalized <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/christmas-cards" style="color: #6666cc;">Christmas photo cards</a>.</div><div class="sflyProductPreviewViewCollection" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-seris; font-size: 13px;">View the entire <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery" style="color: #6666cc;">collection</a> of cards.</div><img border="0" height="1" src="https://os.shutterfly.com/b/ss/sflyshareprod/1/H.15/111?pageName=sharekey&c1=msc&c2=blogger" style="background: #ffffff; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; box-shadow: none; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" width="1" /></div></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetBottom" style="background-image: url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/bottom.gif); height: 6px;"></div></div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05422881505547824584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659366259255444199.post-33847798131709935692011-11-15T22:21:00.000-06:002011-11-15T22:21:49.845-06:00Funny ThoughtsOkay, I had a really funny experience tonight and it made me start to think...what are the weird things your parents said or did that you now look back on and realize were quite strange? What? Is is only me and my parents? Oh well...for your entertainment purposes then...<br />
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The other day we took Sophie to Five Guys for a hot dog and fries. Quite honestly, the best hamburgers in the Franklin area at least. As I was getting Sophie out of the car we had the following conversation...<br />
Me: "Sophie, do you want to have ketchup with your fries?"<br />
Sophie: "Nope"<br />
Me: "What are you? A communist?"<br />
Sophie: "No mommy, I'm a princess"<br />
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Well this cracked me up so of course I made it my facebook status. One of my cousins (who shall remain nameless to protect the innocent) sent me a message and asked me if my mom used to say "are you a communist?" all the time. Apparently it runs in the family...her mom said it too. That made me start to think about some things my parents said that are actually quite funny now that I'm an adult.<br />
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Whenever a beer truck drove by us on the interstate my mom would yell "hijack that truck"<br />
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Whenever we passed a police officer she would say "Katie, what are pennies made of?" and I would yell "dirty copper" and it took YEARS for me to figure out what this even meant.<br />
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If we were driving in Northern Michigan and there was any sort of camoflage convoy my mom would say "oh man, I guess we are invading Canada again." I never understood why we were always at war with Canada.<br />
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If ever we don't like something or don't want to do something that is supposed to be good and/or fun she will ask if we are communists.<br />
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Now...before you blame my mother for all my issues...my sister was no slacker in this department either...she made me believe all sorts of things that were not true. I believed I was adopted for YEARS and was just waiting for my parents to confess to me. She also told me that if you left your bright lights on you LITERALLY blinded the other drivers. The "do not pass" signs on the road...she told me you were not supposed to pass the actual sign (as opposed to other cars)...but that it was just a rule you broke. <br />
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I could go on...but I won't. I'm probably already in trouble. But what made me think of this is the fact that I did something strange tonight with Sophie as a witness and it made me wonder when she gets older...what will she look back on and remember? Will she remember all the nights I read books to her before she went to bed? Will she remember me baking cookies and letting her have one while they are still warm? Will she remember riding on the boat and the golf cart? Or...will she remember episodes like this?<br />
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Tonight I had the sudden urge to cut down our tomato plants that were taking over the back garden and had been through one hard frost too many. That sounds fine right? Well, let me add that it was already dark out...and raining. So there I am hacking away at this gargantuan plant with a pair of scissors and I hear sweet Sophie say "mommy, what are you doing?" I told her and the next thing I know she is running around the back patio in her socks splashing in the puddles. In my defense I've been wanting to cut the plants down for quite awhile and really wanted to do it before a garbage day so they didn't stink up the trash can...but I kept putting it off. Then when the urge hit me, I went with it. I'm SURE she will remember this. Hopefully she will also remember that I was using scissors and that I wasn't angry at the time...we can only hope!Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05422881505547824584noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659366259255444199.post-11513910242346829532011-10-31T21:49:00.009-05:002011-11-15T22:03:42.011-06:00Halloween 2011 - Jessie and Rapunzel StyleWell, it's official. Sophie fully understands that on Halloween you get to knock on neighbors' doors and they will give you candy. Now we just need to convince her that this doesn't work every day, only on Halloween. Sophie was Rapunzel this year and she was the perfect Rapunzel. So beautiful! Only two people asked me if Sophie had extensions in her hair. Nope...she is just blessed with gorgeous hair!<br />
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The very first house she went to she said "trick or treat" and when they gave her some candy she looked in her bag and very seriously said "I want more." I quickly apologized and shooed her on her way. She finally figured out that she had to go to more than one house to fill up her bag and after each house she said "I wanna go different house." She had so much fun! <br />
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Prior to Halloween I told Adam that I was going to have Sophie carry a frying pan with her. He said "won't that be heavy?". Really? The plastic one...from her play kitchen? No, I think she's good. What the heck? In his defense not many people understood why she was carrying a frying pan. Apparently I have a bizarre sense of humor, who knew? I'm so misunderstood.<br />
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Sophie took quite possibly the most important field trip of her life with me last week. I took her to KRISPY KREME in downtown Nashville. She got a little hat and got to see how doughnuts are made. Okay, I confess, it wasn't actually an approved field trip...it was just my excuse to get a doughnut (or two). She LOVED it (and so did I).<br />
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My little sassy Sophie...where to begin...how about some funny stories. These are stories she will probably kill me for posting, but I know someday I will want to look back and will have trouble remembering them if I don't record them somewhere. <br />
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My first one we will call the "Cinderella Story". This is the one that she will really hate me for later, but it was really funny. Sophie has become very interested in her "girl parts". Since I am a nurse I feel strongly that she should know the correct word for all of her body parts so everytime she points to it and says "mommy, what's this" I tell her. She thinks the word is hilarious, or else she senses my discomfort with it, but every single time she repeats the word and then giggles. Five minutes later she will ask me again. One night while I was making dinner she kept asking me repeatedly "mommy, what's this". I answered her with the correct term every time, she repeated it and then giggled. After about 10 repetitions she asked again, I answered, and she said "no mommy, that's Cinderella" and pointed to the girl on her panties, laughing. Well done Sophie...you got me. <br />
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Sophie has also become very interested in books. So interested that she wants to "read" them to you. Everytime she opens a book she starts with "Once a time" (her version of once upon a time) and then tells you who the people are on the page and flips through the book. She also does the correct sounds effects, like when she sees the wicked stepmother she says "oooooo, witch". And every single time she sees a Prince she says "look, it's daddy". So sweet. Many times after I leave her room I will look at her on the monitor and she is sitting in bed with her legs crossed reading her books. Most of the time she is telling her stories out loud, it is seriously cute. One night after we were done with her stories, we were saying her prayers. I started and she stopped me and said "no, Sophie first". I said..."go for it Sophie". She bowed her head, put her hands together and started her prayers with "once a time". I am sure God got a chuckle out of that one. <br />
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The other day I caught her in front of the potty with her pants down around her ankles...trying to pee standing up. That's all I have to say about that. <br />
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Sophie will be starting a pre-school 4 afternoons a week. She is so excited about it she can barely stand it. She woke up from her nap on Saturday and said she wanted to go to school. When I told her school wasn't open on Saturday she had a complete melt-down...and I mean complete. I could not convince her that I wasn't being mean and that school really wasn't open on Saturdays. I finally had to walk away from her and told her she needed to get herself back together. 30 minutes later she was still sobbing. Good Lord child. I hope she is this enthusiastic throughout her educational life. <br />
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The other day we took Zoe on a walk. Sophie rode her scooter. About half-way around the block Sophie barely bumped her knee on the scooter and wanted a Dora band-aid. I told her she could have one when we got home (though there was no injury). When I told her she had to wait, she asked for Josie. When I told her Josie was at school, she asked for daddy. When I told her daddy was flying, she asked for her Dora band-aid. When I told her we had to go home first she lost her mind. I ended up carrying her home on piggyback with her scooter and helmet in one hand and Zoe in the other. Oh the drama...<br />
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This is pretty much what she looked like...<br />
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I may be the only mother who actually finds these temper trantrums amusing (most of the time). I guess I'm just happy she has an opinion and is voicing it! <br />
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<span style="color: black;">Every night at bedtime Sophie has been asking to see Nana, Poppy, Nana, Pap-Pap, Wendy, Josie, Ms. Debbie, and Daddy. I have been teaching her how to “send” kisses. When I was a kid and missed my parents when I was at a sleepover I used to kiss my stuffed animals and throw them up in the air so they would take my kisses home to them (yes, I know...I was a strange kid…I also played with receipt books). Since I can just see one of her doggies ending up shredded in the ceiling fan I'm teaching Sophie to blow kisses up instead. She sends up about 100 every night. It is so sweet.</span><br />
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That's all for now. I will go back and update previous months once I get my pictures off my old SD card. And be ready...Halloween is coming and Sophie is READY. Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05422881505547824584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659366259255444199.post-59945462169983669722011-09-11T21:12:00.002-05:002011-09-11T21:21:19.648-05:00Sophie's 4 Year PicturesSophie had her 4 year old pictures taken at the Factory in Franklin. Laurel Pankratz of <a href="http://www.eilas.com/">http://www.eilas.com/</a> took the pictures. She is amazing. Sophie had so much fun. She could have posed all day long! Toddlers and Tiaras...here we come! Forgive me while I bombard you with my "favorites"...okay, almost all of them...<br />
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When I was pregnant with Sophie I often wondered what kind of person she would be. Would she be sassy like her mommy? Would she be laid-back like her daddy? Would she be funny, silly, or serious? Would she be adventurous or timid? Shy or outgoing? A perfectionist or laid-back? As I watch her grow up I find it so fascinating to watch her personality develop. She is such an interesting little person and I can't wait to see who she becomes. <br />
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Now that she is a BIG girl we have made major strides. At the beginning of the summer Sophie was still my timid, cautious, nervous child. In the beginning of the summer she chanted "no big pool mommy, no big pool" the entire way to the pool. Just a short month later she is jumping in without holding my hands and without floaties (I'm very opposed to floaties, but that's another story for another day). When she goes under the water she comes up laughing. Who is this child? I'm amazed by her every day. She has had a tough four years. She's been through more medical issues than I have in my entire 36 years. She is brave.<br />
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Here are my favorite things about Sophie at FOUR years old.<br />
1. She loves to dance. She reguarly (as in almost every day) wants to watch her dance recital DVD and does an amazing job of imitating the dances. It is extremely entertaining, especially the hip hop.<br />
2. She still loves her doggies. However, she has allowed a slightly different type of doggy into the rotation. Thank GOD. This one I can still get without having to buy it on ebay for $40. We now have 6.<br />
3. She loves the swings and the circle slide. <br />
4. She truly believes that she IS Rapunzel. Whenever the movie is playing she will say "that's me mommy, that's me"<br />
5. During the braiding scene on Tangled she always asks for a braid. <br />
6. While her speech is improving, I still love some of her pronouciations. Please=Peas, Thank You=gank you, Caroline=carwowine, Yogurt=gogurt, Ballerina=bawareena...but sometimes sounds suspiciously like bananarama.<br />
7. She loves to read books, but is usually jumping on the bed while you are trying to read to her.<br />
8. She still loves her bubbles. <br />
9. Her favorite shows are Sesame Street, Caillou, Angelina Ballerina, and Swamp People. Yes, you read that correctly, Swamp People. She calls it the "grrs" and NO I did not allow her to watch it the first time. <br />
10. She loves her cousin Josie the best. <br />
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Since daddy was out of town we just had a small birthday celebration at Nana and Pap-Pap's and on her actual birthday we went to see Cars 2 with Wendy, Josie, Jason, Michelle, and David. Then we had pizza at Mineos. She had so much fun!<br />
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My sister got her the entire princess set of Barbies. Sophie actually screamed when she opened it. She was so excited I could not get them out of the package fast enough. She also got Pretty Pretty Princess, the game. She isn't quite clear on how to play it yet, but she sure does love the crown! Then..the icing on the cake...Colleen, Michael, and Lucy got her a Tinkerbell doll. She is in Barbie heaven (a place I never visited as a kid). She LOVES them. She also got a complete dress up set with a crown, necklace, earrings, and a ring from Blake, Michelle and David. I have a picture of my lunch with the queen, but my phone is acting up so I will have to post it once Adam figures out what's wrong with it. Let's just say that I was extremely underdressed for the occasion. <br />
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The other night Sophie, Zoe and I went for a walk. Sophie insisted on wearing her rain boots. I'm not sure why, but I decided to just go with it. They ended up coming in handy because one of our neighbors had a sprinkler going over the sidewalk. At first she was apprehensive about it...but soon she too discovered the joy of a sprinkler on a hot summer night. She loved it so much I went out to buy her one of her own. Yes, we spent a huge sum of money on an automatic sprinkler system for our yard, and I went out and bought her a plastic one...oh how things change!<br />
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Adam and I fully expected that she would either A) Refuse to go on stage or B) Get on stage, realize there were a ton of people watching, and either melt down or run off. We were wrong. She did great! She even created her own solo when all the other kiddos got confused. Any time I need a pick me up, I just watch this video. My favorite part is when she waves at the helper to stay off stage...hilarious.<br />
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Here is the video evidence...Sophie is the last one out of the train and is on the far right...so stinking cute.<br />
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When we went to pick her up immediately after her performance she was crying again. However, she watched the rest of the recital in awe. We have the DVD of all the performances and she watches it at least daily. She even tries to copy the dances. I'm pretty sure she is a natural.Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05422881505547824584noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659366259255444199.post-84184530010938608512011-06-19T19:28:00.002-05:002011-06-27T19:48:37.640-05:00Melting PotThis year for Father's Day Adam took Sophie and me to the Melting Pot. It was "technically" a Father's Day special, but really any day at the Melting Pot is Mother's Day to me. Since I had to work Mother's Day this year, it was really nice to go somewhere I love for Father's Day. Adam got a free beer and endless steak...so he didn't complain!<br />
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Sophie was not a huge fan of the steam coming at her from the fondue pot, but she was a HUGE fan of the chocolate fondue!<br />
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At this kick-off they had a bunch of hot air balloons tethered to the ground and they gave rides up! They also had bounce houses, hot dogs, pizza, music...all the good stuff. As we were pulling into the parking lot Sophie got very excited about the bounce castle. However, when it came time to actually enter the bounce house she was terrified. She did bounce a little bit at the end of the slide where the kids were trying to get off. She really could not have been more in the way, but oh well.<br />
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Wendy and Josie took a ride up in the Vanderbilt balloon. Sophie would have NOTHING to do with it (not that I'm surprised). I was a little bit leery myself, but if she was willing to go I would have...I swear. Anyway, even though we didn't get to go for a ride, it was still very pretty!<br />
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</tbody></table>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05422881505547824584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659366259255444199.post-68333223979570102822011-05-24T20:15:00.001-05:002011-06-27T20:25:41.975-05:00Wife of the MILENNIUMSophie's neurologist felt that she needed to have an MRI to rule out any known cause of her seizures. Vanderbilt scheduled her MRI for 3:00 in the afternoon. Sophie was not allowed to have anything to eat after 6:00, and nothing to drink after 12:00. Whoever made these rules and appointments clearly has never had to try to keep a young child NPO.<br />
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The night before her MRI, Adam got an invitation to go golfing at The Governor's Club in Brentwood, a very exclusive (translation: expensive) golf course for the day OF her MRI. Adam was smart enough to tell his buddy he needed to check with me, but the first words out of his mouth were...."it's not every day you get an offer to golf there..." So...I let him go. In retrospect, it's not everyday that your child has an MRI either...but who's counting?<br />
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What this meant is that I had to entertain Sophie without allowing her to eat...all by myself while Adam went golfing. Then I had to take her to Vanderbilt and sit in the waiting room with her screaming...all by myself. Adam had to leave his golf game on hole #15 so he didn't miss the MRI...that's a shame (actually it is...it was EXPENSIVE).<br />
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Anyway, Sophie and I spent the morning at the pool. She did manage to find a rogue 1/2 full package of fruit snacks that she inhaled after 6:00...but other than that I did a pretty good job!<br />
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Here she is at the pool...<br />
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