29 Months

My one and only,

Well Little Bit, another month has passed and in just 31 days you've grown right before our eyes. You are sleeping as snug as a bug in your big girl bed. I haven't had to hold you hostage in your room for weeks now! You're speaking in complete sentences and every day you surprise us with some new phrase or word. And you are starting to play pretend which is the funniest thing on earth.

For months your babies have been named simply "baby." Duh, it's a baby why would it be called anything else. But just last week you completely through us for a loop when you announced that your monkey was no longer "monkey." From that day forward she would be known as "Jesse James." Apparently that hookerish looking monkey has an outlaw side to her.  And the amazing thing about Jesse James is that she picks out your undies every night after your bath. And tonight, she even picked a pair out for herself. 

Oh and here's a funny one that you pulled on your daddy over the weekend. Grammy and PapPap had a cooked on Saturday and daddy had just put you into a little high chair. Of course you IMMEDIATELY start with the whole "I gotta peepee!" And what does your daddy say? He says "now Sophie, you just went to the bathroom, you are fine. It's not nice to cry wolf." Yeah, the next words out of your mouth were "daddy I already peepeed." And we see a HUGE puddle of of pee dripping off the chair. I can guarantee you that the next time you say you have to pee, he'll listen. But go ahead and note this piece of advice, men NEVER listen. 

I mentioned in an earlier blog about how much you love to read. You really have no clue how happy that makes me. I was so afraid that you would inherit that weird gene from your father, the one that allows him to read only one book every five years. If you ask him,  he'll tell you that the last book he read from cover to cover was "Hannibal." You mother on the other hand has probably read hundreds of books over the same 5 years. 

So this weekend I'm going to take you to the library for the first time. Should be interesting. You apparently do not have the gene that allows you to differentiate between an "outside voice" and an "inside voice." You really need to work on mastering that skill. I put it up there  with wiping your own butt and making your own bowl of cereal. I think once we get those things nailed down you are good to go, and maybe mommy and daddy can sleep in late.

Little Bit you continue to be funky and spunky. You possibly suffer from AD/HD. And you have a stellar ability to "tell it like it is" with phrases like "Stop whining Steven" or "I really like you mommy" or on the other hand "you makin' me mad." And then you make a face like this:

But we love you to the moon, and back.