Little Mama

I absolutely love it when Sophie plays with her baby doll. There's just something about her taking care of her baby that completely melts my heart. She takes "baaaay-bee" for rides in the little baby doll stroller, she feeds him, pats him to sleep (which is more like knocking his lights out), and she gives him lots of kisses. Isn't that just the sweetest thing!? But I have to admit that it's not always hugs and kisses. A few nights ago Steven found Baby laying at the bottom of the stairs. Apparently Sophie had chucked him down the stairs, but Baby's a tough little fella.

So that was the sweet part of my evening. Now to the bad part. My dog. Seriously, I could have pulled a Michael Vick on him tonight (and I know that sounds horrible b/c that POS ghetto scum has a warm spot waiting for him you know where). Anyway, I was preparing dinner. On the menu, steaks. Did Kim and Steven get to eat those steaks tonight? Uh no. I turned my back for one second to stop Sophia from knocking over her humidifier over and that little bastard at two freaking steaks in .2 seconds. So instead I got to eat a baked potato while Oscar sat out on the back deck with a full belly.