Category: Sophia

Dear Sophie girl,

Today you are four!  I can hardly believe it.  The years have gone by so fast.  Especially the first one, which I barely remember because I was so TIRED all the time because you never SLEPT! Silly girl.  But really, I can’t believe you’re four!  You are my sweet, sweet, girl. My dream-come-true daughter.  And I have a few birthday wishes for you that I hope also come true.

I wish for you, that you will always be who God made you to be, and not who any one else thinks you should be.  Just be you, baby.  You are amazing!

I wish that you would always find as much joy in the simple things as you do now.  In a new book, a new can of play-doh, or a bowl of cheez-its.  I hope you always delight in the small, sweet things life has to offer you!

I wish that you will hold on to your love of learning.  I love watching how quickly and eagerly you learn new things!

I wish that you would take your stubbornness and use it for good and not for evil. 🙂

And lastly, I wish that you would share yourself with others more.  You don’t have to make a million BFFs, but I hope as you get older you will take and use the chances God gives you to bless another few people with the sweetness that is you.

I love you, Sophie!  Happy Birthday!

Love, Mommy

Yesterday was a red-letter day in our house. Sophie “talked back” to me. And I was happy about it!  Because she used actual words.

I have mentioned briefly that Sophie has a speech delay.  She sees a speech therapist once a week and probably will for at least a year.  I work with her at home, too, and she’s made HUGE progress since she started in July.  So Bobby and I are constantly amazed at all the new stuff that’s flying out of her little mouth every day!

Until yesterday, Sophie had always shown her, um, disagreement with me by screaming, squealing, or an emphatic “NO”.

But yesterday she was mad at a toy for not meeting her expectations in some way :), and I was trying to help her.  But she did NOT want my help.  “Here, let me help you,” I said and I placed my hand on the toy.  She jerked it back out of my hand and said, “THAT’S ENOUGH MOMMY!”

My jaw dropped. I am sure she was a little confused when I broke into a grin.  I recovered my wits and said, “You may not talk to Mommy that way,” and made her say she was sorry.

But inside, I was happy!  Happy she could express her anger with a real (angry) thought!

Sophie sassed me!  It was great!

I’m sure one of these days I’ll be like, “Hmm remember when Sophie couldn’t talk back? Those were the days…”

But right now I’m pretty jazzed about the sass!

Thursday, at the ripe old age of three years and eleven months, my little Sophie got her FIRST haircut! It was extremely momentous.

And torturous.

Because even though my friend Amelia came over to our house and cut Sophie’s hair in the comfort of her own home, where she was sitting in front of her favorite tv show, Word World, she still screamed like she was being subjected to the most inhumane form of torture known to man. As a matter of fact, the above picture was the only one I got because Sophie spent the rest of her haircut holding on to my head as I held on to her entire being trying to keep her still!

It was CRAZY! She’s such a crazy.

So, Amelia was only able to get about two-three inches off. It looks great, though, and is slightly more manageable!

My dad even noticed without being told, which impressed my socks off! Of course, Sophie IS the apple of his eye.

A crazy, tempestuous, stubborn apple. Now with nicely trimmed hair!

(Which you can kinda sorta see in this picture of her on the tractor at Young’s Dairy!)

And yes, I did save a lovely, golden ringlet for posterity. How could I not?