Saturday, November 15, 2008

Thirty Two Moths

Sophia Carr, 

Holy crap. That's what the title of this post should be because this past month those two words, have been your favorite  two words in  the whole wide world. "HOLY CRAP, Max and Ruby is on!" Or "Holy Crap, my hands are dirty." Or just "holy crap" for the sake of saying "holy crap." 

I guess I can go ahead and add your second favorite phrase o'the month while I'm at it. And that would be "And what do you think you're doing?" Doesn't matter what we are doing. Eating breakfast, brushing our teeth, taking a poop, it's like we are being questioned by the Gestapo. I'm gonna take a stab in the dark and say that you hear adults asking you that question A LOT. And 9 times out of 10 you are doing something you aren't suppose to be doing. 

You no longer like your  nice comfy, pillow top, big girl bed. PERIOD. It's nothing for us to find you laying on the floor, laying on the couch, or laying in the floor of our extra bedroom. And if we ask you why all we get is, "I don't like it." Reminds of of that scene in Cast Away when Tom Hanks finally makes it home and he'd rather sleep on the floor instead of a bed. Nutty kid!  

This was also the month that you scared the living daylights out of me. Daddy and I were busy cleaning the garage with the garage door open (mistake numero uno). I turn my back and step inside the house for a nano second and all of the sudden hear Oscar the Boxer barking his head off. I immediately knew that I had royally screwed up. I run outside and there you are are. In the middle of the road down past our neighbor's house, on your tricycle, no pants on, staring down a Chevy Suburban.  No fear on your face. Instead, from what I could tell with tears in my eyes, you appeared to be starring down the driver like you wanted to shout, MOVE IT. Holy crap, talk about giving me a heart attack!

For the rest of the day I couldn't help but think about "what if." What if that Suburban would have ran over you like a speed bump? What if some one would have kidnapped you in the nano second that I turned my back (however, i'm quite positive that they would have returned you by the time they made it out of the hood)? I'm positive that  a part of me would disappear too. You, in all of your two year old craziness mean more to me than any thing in this world. And I wouldn't have it any other way!

Love Mama. 


Paula said...

so scary..i am glad she is ok.

Anonymous said...

Sophie must be the luckiest little girl in the world, cause she has you for her mommy, love ya

Jonathan's Mommy said...

OMG, I bet you just about had a heart attack! We've all had those "oops" moments, though!

I love the "holy crap" expression!

Anonymous said...

Holy Crap Kim - I can't believe you left her unattended! Yeah, right!!! We've all done it. You aren't a mom until you've felt the sheer panic of something happening to your kid because of your stupidity. Don't beat yourself will probably happen again before she's 30. LOL!!!

And BTW...are you sure she is already 32 months??? That doesn't seem right!

Anonymous said...

You know the above was from me, right??