A father dreams of some day playing catch with his son... I had dreams of having a daughter.....who would let me do her hair! I have had so much fun! It's ridiculously long for a not even two year old. It's recently gotten long enough for BRAIDS! I yuv braids. She is actually pretty good to allow me to yank and pull and style her hair when I want. As long as there is a good cartoon on and she gets to suck on the end of the spray bottle.
And... what kind of a blogging mom would I be if I didn't add a little update on the amazing-genius-like abilities of my kid? Sophie's stuborness has reached new heights and she has recently insisted on dressing herself. Her coordination has not quite caught up to her desire for independance. It drives me NUTS. She can do pants ok, even if they are often on inside out and backward. Though she is stubborn and down right bratty at times, she does say "tain-too" at the appropriate mments, so even though she may scream "NO!!" and fall to peices if she can't have infinite amounts of fruit snacks, at least she has manners right?
This girl can spot pink from a mile away and prefers anything in that shade if she can have it. Did I do that to her? she does have a lot of pink clothes and her room is painted pink, so maybe I am responsible for pink-washing her little girlie brain. She has an obsession with Grandma or "mee-maw" (she came up with that one on her own) and is turning into a daddy's girl. Cute? Yes.....Sad? Definitely. She does like her mama too I guess. One very excellent thing about it is when I say, "do you want mommy to change your diaper... or Daddy?" She, with extreme cuteness exclaims, "DADDY!" Who can resist that? I don't use that trick all time though, I save it for very special, stinky occasions. I really can't believe she is going to be 2 in May.











