28 Months

My dear sweet Little Bit,

I'm actually writing this month's post on location. No, I'm not laying on a tropical island sipping on margaritas. I'm currently camped out in front of your closed bedroom door. Occasionally, I lay as flat as a human can possibly lay and peek one eyeball under your door to ensure that a little pair of size 6 feet aren't dangling from your big girl bed. Little feet that are ready to make a bee line for your door which you open, run down the hall, giggle and yell "wookie at me!" 

 So I'm camped out in front of the door and I will remain here until I win this little battle. And yes, I have held the door shut a time or two when you've tried to open it. Your daddy thinks that you'll probably end up needing therapy for that little number. But come on, you were virtually "trapped" in your crib. And you're no worse for the ware. Besides, as I've had my eye ball to the crack beneath the door, I watch you grab a book, crawl back into bed, read it, toss it to the floor, and then pass out. But if your life ends up spiraling out of control and you end up selling sea shell necklaces on a beach in Taiwan to make ends meet, there is now documented proof of when it all went to hell and we can all blame mama.  But as I'm finishing up this paragraph I'm pretty sure that you're in between that funky state of sleep and awake. And you'll wake up in the morning and say "I sleep in big girl bed." Like it's the proudest moment in your life and winning a gold medal at the Olympics couldn't be much better. 

So you're a fourth of the way into your second year of life. You amaze us every single day with something new that you either say or do.  BUT sometimes you completely puzzle us. Why is it that you still flat out REFUSE to learn colors. I'm mean seriously. It's getting a little old. Not everything in the world is pink or yellow. And all of your little friends can say "oooo red truck!" Or "oooo green ball." What's the deal? I know darn well that a kid who can hook a dvd player up to a tv or say her ABC's  , can surely to god tell us that a banana is yellow.  You still get totally ticked off at us when we ask you "which crayon is red?" I swear if you could, I think you'd like to tell us, "I really don't give a sh*t which crayon is red, just give me the damn crayon!" What am I saying "if." Wouldn't surprise me if you'd bust that one out on us next week.

This month has been really hard on yours truly. I know I've beat this topic into the ground but it really does pain me that you still aren't lovin' your new room at daycare. Actually I think you hate it with the fire of 10,000 suns! At least you do in the morning when I drop you off. You king to me as though I'm about to toss you into a volcano. However, I've had reports from people who see you shortly after I drop you off and you're just fine and dandy. So maybe  you are just trying to rip my heart out because you get some kind of enjoyment out of it.

So that's month 28 Sophie B. Carr. You have such spunk. Oh one funny thing does stick out in my mind. After we got back from the beach we headed over to Joel and Shannon's house for a surprise birthday cookout for Joel.  You love birthdays parties more than anything. Well I think everyone got a kick out of you singing screaming "Happy Birthday" to Joel with your dress pulled up over your head. Who needs Marilyn Monroe singing "Happy Birthday" to them when they can have Soph B.