Monday, February 23, 2009

We have a termite.

Who eats cribs. And oh no, NOT the plastic mouthguard on the rail! No way! That's no fun. Our little termite has to be creative, must be different, unique. She outsmarted the whole crib industry, and chews on the crib ends instead.

Friday, February 20, 2009

It was a tie.

I didn't know whether to call this clip 'Baby Cannot hold Still for One Second' or 'Mama Cannot hold Camera Upright for One Second'. How about 'BYOMSB - Bring Your Own Motion Sickness Bag'? You see, my iPod adjusts to whichever way you hold it. If you hold it upright, the screen is upright. And if you hold it sideways, the screen is sideways.
Unfortunately, Steve Jobs didn't invent my camera.

Enjoy.


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Favorite toy.

This is the stethescope that the nurses and doctors listened to you heart with when you were a teeny tiny little baby in the hospital. We were instructed that everything in the hospital room was ours to take except for the linens, so it got shoved into a bag of loot (along with some linens) and brought home. Then it found its way into a toybox, and now you carry it with you everywhere. I'm not quite sure what you think it is, but man, is it fun.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Little girl blue.

I got this sweater (it's a swing cardigan, but you can't see that) because I'm seriously sick of pink. And the first thing your dad says? 'She looks like a boy.' Sigh.

Saturday, February 14, 2009

All my clothes are pink, this crayon is blue,

My name is Sophie and I love you!
Happy Valentine's Day!

Friday, February 13, 2009

Party time.

Are those Puffs? OMG she's getting the Puffs. Hey! Right here! Those Puffs, they go RIGHT HERE.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

She's 13 already.

“Go away, can't you see Gossip Girl’s on? And I’m expecting a call, so stay off the phone. When can I, like, have my own phone already? Everybody else has a phone. What? OMG it’s none of your business who I talk to. Why are you bothering me? You’re so annoying. Get out of my room. I hate you.”

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Sleep depravation is a form of torture utilized at Gitmo. And at my house.

John Lennonette is seriously cranky.
(She was just John Lennon until she laid eggs. Then we had to improvise, because clearly, I don't know my boy parts from my girl parts.)

Saturday, February 07, 2009

Sicky-sick-sick-sick.

Over at our house, we are busy. Busy with leaky noses and red watery eyes, ugly coughs, snot-launching sneezes and lost voices. When one person with a stuffy nose makes sure nobody in a three-mile radius sleeps at night. I think even our lizards are sleep deprived.
And is there anything more sad and pathetic than an 8 month old baby trying her bestest to smile for the camera? No, I don't believe there is.

Wednesday, February 04, 2009

Ew. But at the same time, kinda cool. In an Ew kind of way, of course.

It has been 2 1/2 weeks since Carlos's surgery. He's off the meds, and getting around on crutches. A full cast was put on about a week after the surgery, and yesterday the doc took off the cast to make sure everything was healing all right. Which, thankfully, it is. But getting to see him requires a pass and a bribe of sweet potato flavored Puffs. Oh - and an update on the balloon - several hours after arriving back at home, it found a home in a skylight, and only reappeared yesterday bobbing in the stairwell. It has since been tied to a chair in the kitchen.
And I'm getting to the Ew part, just like I promised. If you can't stomach it, DON'T scroll down. And if you think you can, but you can't, don't say I never warned you.





















Stitches, 2 1/2 weeks post op.

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

Devilish.


When she's older, this is the face she will make when she does something naughty, and thinks it's funny, and that she'll get away with it. Alas, this means there is no hope for the rest of us, as we are the mere minions in the World According to Sophie.
 
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