But the skin tastes yucky, and needs to be spit out. And most of the fun comes from biting the apple, not from actually eating it. Eating it will only occur if there is no skin, and the apple is liked, and if I feel like eating the apple. I may feel like taking lots of bites out of the apple and not actually eating any of it. That's for me to decide. And, the apple has to be at the right temperature, which may be cold one minute but room temperature the next. That's for you to figure out. ~Sophia
Sophia is finally learning to wear her sunglasses (yay eye protection!), and as a bonus, she'll even wear them on top of her head like I am wont to do.
These are the batman sunglasses I got her.
And these are the diva sunglasses bonus seester the second got her.
Adjusting the glasses while wearing a stacker toy as a bracelet. My goodness....
I knowam 100% sure get the feeling that she will be going to her aunts if she wants anything remotely fashionable. Because, lets face it, I know nothing in that realm. I mean, polka dots, plaid, and flower print can all go together in the same outfit, right? (I kid....only a little)
Playing, it's a hard job, but someone's got to do it. And the best thing? She's learning through her play. To have learning be that fun all the time....if I can figure out how to do that as a teacher, I'll have it made. With as fast as this kiddo is learning new things, she'll be a verifiable genius before too long. I'm already in trouble with her skills, memory, and determination. I can only imagine what I'm in for when she's a walking, talking, determined little thing. But, I am looking forward to all she will learn, watching her learn, and helping to show her new things and facilitate learning.
Birthday ice cream truck box: coming out....
....and going back in!
We can walk!! Though, crawling is still more efficient in her mind for long distances.
Playing with my sunglasses.
Harrisonburg science museum. Post on this later. Mechanic Sophia fixing the toy car!
Where's the baby? Alternatively, what's out the window?
We celebrated Father's day this past Sunday, and while I wasn't able to celebrate with my dad I was able to celebrate Sophia's dad. This would be his second father's day (hard to believe!), as his first was when Sophia was itty bitty. He is such a wonderful dad to her, and I am lucky to have found such an incredible man to be the father of our child. From day -2 he has always looked out for the both of us, supported us fully, and even changes poopy diapers! He loves playing with Sophia, I love watching them play, and it is clear that she loves her daddy. When we get home and she sees him, she starts bouncing, holding her hand out to him, and when we get close enough, lunges for him. Jordan is quite proud that she can finally say "dada"....I think he was afraid she'd say "dog" before she got around to dada. :)
Quite possibly one of my favoritest pictures of the two of them
Playing in the museum in Indiana
Super baby with Super daddy
Reenacting "Circle of Life"
Sleeping. It's awfully hard to get out of bed when it looks this comfortable.
On Father's day, I had a meeting, so Jordan got to spend a lot of quality time with Sophia, which, believe it or not, was quite enjoyed. He doesn't get to see her as often as either of us would like, so having time to spend with her is a luxury. When I got home, I gave him Sophia's presents to him, and one from the two of us.
Mini pots to plant some spices in. One reads "Sugar and spice and everything NICE...." and the other "That's what your little girl is made of. Happy Father's day! <3 Sophia"
She hand-printed them, too! I should have gotten the next size up, because her hand was a bit too big for these.
"To the 1st man to steal my heart...." A t-shirt stamped by the footsies of Sophia. My cousin had an awesome idea that Jordan should wear this under his tux if Sophia ever decides to get married (in, like, 50 years). I thought that would be very cute.
So, to the awesome man in my life: Happy Father's day dearest. And, to all you dads, adoptive dads, men who act like dads, and moms who are both mom and dad: Happy Father's day.
Reading has always played a very large role in my life; I have loved to do it from a young age. I can credit a lot of that to mom reading to me, and helping foster a love of reading. I remember being in elementary school and rushing through my work not so I could play, but so I could read my book. I also remember being made to do it over because it was too sloppy. Once I got to middle school and high school, I would always have a book (or three) with me for the 45 seconds I might get to read during class. I would also get in trouble for reading during class, though when I could answer the questions teachers asked me in the "I know you're not paying attention so I'm going to embarrass you by asking you a question" way, they tended to allow it a bit more. I would also read in the car at night using the headlights from the cars behind us. It's safe to say I really liked, and still like, reading.
That being said, I sincerely hope Sophia enjoys reading as much as I do. I see too many kids that hate reading, and it makes me sad that they can't experience the same joy from losing yourself in a good book that I have experienced. Judging by early data, it seems that Sophia enjoys books, and loves to be read to, which are important first steps. We decided to check out the public library the other day, to see what titles they had (Sophia already has an extensive library of her own!), and what their kid's section was like. It was quite impressive: board books, early reader books, and kid books for all levels of readers. They even had a toy section, where Sophia could play with the trains. We picked out a few books after looking around, and decided that it would be a fun place to visit again.
Playing on the chair
Oh, hey, there's books here!
This is a good one...
And this one...
This one has real pages!
I think showing her that books can be fun is important in helping her continue to love them, and allowing her to follow her interests (once they manifest) is key to enjoying reading. I can't wait until she can start to "read" books to me (ie, tell stories using the pictures, or from memory), and I look forward to many books read to her before bedtime.
Sophia, as you may have noticed, has a thing for dogs. She also has a thing for things on wheels, particularly her red car. When we go places that involve outside, she always "asks" if there's dogs around by saying "woof woof". It is, quite possibly, one of the cutest things ever. When we go on our family walks, she is always drawn to the neighborhood dogs, and wants to go play with them (ie, hit on them, put her finger in their eye, up their nose, and pull their fur. All in a very loving manner). My aunt has two very patient big-ish (more than 10 pounds, less than 80) dogs, just in the middle of our two dog size extremes. Sophia starts bouncing and "woofing" very excitedly as soon as we go in my aunt's house, and beelines it for the dogs. I am glad she loves animals so much, and very thankful she doesn't have any allergies!
Hey, whacha eatin'? (disclaimer: she climbed in their on her own accord. I took her out when she tried to eat the dog food.)
Isn't this fun!
Giving Pumpkin some loving.
Having Priss around has made me appreciate not only the bond that can form between children and animals, but how useful they can be as well. I mean, people without dogs around actually have to clean the floor after a meal! We can just call in our four legged vacuum to take care of it for us, much to her disappointment, I'm sure.
As much as I hate to admit it, little ones grow. Sophia is not the tiny newborn she was a year ago, having grown into a toddling one year old, full of personality, opinions, and ideas of her own. She can express what she does and does not like, sometimes quite humorously. Something I try to do is record how she's grown, and where she came from. One day I will look back on tiny footprints and growth charts and remember how she is now, and how she was a year ago, when she is all grown up. I will always have the day-to-day memories, but remembering size accurately is difficult. I already have forgotten how little she was, until I look at pictures.
Footprints, at 1 week, 6 months, and 1 year old.
A super-awesome growth chart mom made her out of a 1"x2"x6' board. One year is marked already!
Possibly the biggest reminder that she grows: all her clothes she's outgrown (that need to make their way into the attic!)
On the project list for today's rainy day is two Pinterest finds: a hand tracing, to be done on the same paper every year, and a stepping stone with her footprint, again, making a new one every year. I'll let you know how those turn out. We may not be able to freeze time, but we can freeze certain parts of it, with memories like this to go with all the pictures we take.
I pulled some free-lance maple seedlings from my potted plants this evening, and they still had the seed attached! So, I geeked out and decided to take pictures of a few of them for me and for mom.
Isn't this cool?!
While I was taking pictures, Sophia was playing with some of her toys in the living room and kitchen. Then, she gets a bit quiet....too quiet. So, I look down to see this:
Look mom!! My very own pool!!
She didn't seem to mind that she was swimming in the cat's water bowl.
Priss, on the other hand, wasn't so sure how she felt about baby butt in her water.
I must admit, my first instinct upon seeing this was to get upset and remove her from the situation. Then I figured, why not? What can she hurt? So, I washed out the water bowl, stripped her from her diaper, and let her go at it. It was amusing for me, and she had a great time. All I had to do was use a towel to clean up the floor afterwards. Lesson: let them have some fun, even if it means making a mess.
Getting back in
Sitting in her "pool"
I wouldn't let her push it onto the wood floor, or near the cabinets, though.
That was fun!
We have had offers to get a little kiddie pool, but seeing as it would only get used one day of the week, we don't think it would be worth it. And, let's be honest, I don't even know how often on that one day it would get used once I considered I had to fill it, sunscreen the babe and myself, then dump it so it wouldn't grow weird stuff....(yeah, I'm lazy, sue me). Good to know she can find acceptable alternatives. :o)