Sophia likes corn-on-the-cob. But only if she can hold it herself. Go figure. :) In other food-related development news, she now really likes to eat off a spoon or fork. As long as said spoon or fork has food coming from your plate, though. We are currently working on her self-feeding-with-a-spoon skill. She has the fling-the-food-on-the-spoon-everywhere skill down pat.
I was bad about taking pictures last week, but I'm also trying to be better about focusing on Sophia when I get my time with her rather than my phone (which doubles as my camera). So, you'll just have to take my word for it when I say she has done some adorable things, but I didn't get them on camera. :) This past weekend, though, Sophia was feeling a bit under the weather, so we got in lots of snuggle time on Friday and Saturday (under the weather = happy baby that wants a little bit of extra snuggles). Who am I to deny her snuggles? Luckily she was 100% herself by Sunday, when she got to spend the day with Nana and Poppop (thanks!) while Jordan and I ran a Spartan race. What is a Spartan race you ask? Well, this particular one was 8.3 miles up and down and up and down and up and down the slopes and woods and creeks at Wintergreen resort. Did I mention we went up and down a few cliffsstraight up walls slopes? Throw in a few obstacles, and it was a fun time for the whole family. Proud moments include: not puking, log-flipping the second heaviest log there better than the guys did, getting over the incline wall all by myself, and finishing. Unfortunately, yours truly forgot their sunscreen, and is a bit crispy today. And, per usual, we didn't get a before or after photo this time. Ces't la vie.
This is a bit late in coming, but we visited my awesome big rower and her hubby over a weekend. Ever since she graduated, I have gone to visit her in August. The past two years, thanks to weddings and babies, we have seen each other twice, or sometimes even three times a year! We've decided that someone needs to keep getting married or having babies so these visits can continue at their current frequency. Anywho, since Chattanooga is not exactly close to VA, we did the whole overnight drive thing so Sophia would just sleep the drive away and not freak out about the extended time in her carseat. A bonus to overnight driving is missing all the traffic! Yay no traffic!
Jordan made himself comfortable
While down there, the girls celebrated my big rower at her baby shower! That's right folks, I'm getting a little big rower! She's not finding out the sex, so it'll be a surprise when s/he gets here, but they will be showered with love regardless of their genitalia.
Beautiful picture (courtesy Jordan)
Required trips to TGIFridays and the world's coolest playground were also made, as was Sophia's first trip to a "blue hole." At least I think it was a blue hole. I'm not sure of proper terminology for these things. We drove to the river/creek, and hiked down to it. Since I hadn't planned on us swimming, the adults swam in clothes, and Sophia swam in a onesie, sans diaper. She loved the water, and especially loved dropping little rocks in the water. We put a big pile of them on a boulder for her, and she stood in the water, picked up a rock, dropped it in the water, and repeated the process. Such an easy way to keep her entertained! We will be back in Novemberish when peanut makes their arrival! Yay!
At some point, a thief came in and took my little baby and replaced her with a toddler. A walking, signing, almost talking, toddler full of her own personality and attitude. I don't know when it happened, but happen it did. And while I miss the baby she was, I am loving this new stage she is in and am excited (though I'll never admit it out loud) to see her continue to grow up.
Walking in the craft store.
Has her yarn and her purse. That's my kinda girl. Well, minus the purse. :)
Seriously, climbing lessons. Incoming. Sophia's new favorite thing is climbing anything that holds still long enough for her to climb. Also incoming is a helmet, I get the feeling, to prevent stitches.
Something isn't quite right here...
Cheapest (sorta) jungle gym ever
Stacked diapers and wipes boxes
She LOVED it
Think I can jump to the chair mom?
Okay, I'll climb instead. Quit breathing into that paper bag.
I think how women's bodies are portrayed in today's society is a sad, sad thing. We are made to believe that air-brushed, stick-thin models who have someone to pick out their clothes and do their hair and make-up are the "norm" and that all women should strive to look like them. Never mind that the sizes they claim to be in public are, in fact, bald faced lies. (http://www.beautyredefined.net/weight-size-media-lies/) Society tells us that we should have a "thigh gap," perfect skin, perfect hair, and God forbid we be strong, either in muscle or will. The Abercrombie ass-hole purposely keeps "large" clothes from his brand, because "large" people are ugly. Um, HELLO! I don't think so. And, his definition of large is very, very, very skewed.
I've seen the harm that a negative body image can do to a person, and have some close friends who are some of the most beautiful women I know, but because they were told otherwise, can't see it in themselves. The saddest thing is that it doesn't just come from society or some asshat clothing store owner. It comes from those closest to them, either on purpose or indirectly (http://www.rolereboot.org/life/details/2013-06-when-your-mother-says-shes-fat). I can think of few things that make me angrier than someone hating themselves because someone who should be their biggest supporter has made them feel like less of a person because of their looks.
I don't fall into society's definition of what I should look like, and I'm glad for it. I may not ever have a shirt fit me right, and I have long ago given up on finding pants that fit right. But, I know I am strong. Shoulders that are too big for the "in" shirts are able to help a friend move furniture, carry my child, and, if needed, move a washing machine by themselves (well, they need the help of the arms and hands, too). Legs that cause a disconnect in sizing can also run, jump, and swim. They let me be me, and help me do what I want to do. I'm not afraid of breaking a bone with a strong sneeze, because I know I am strong. But, strength is not seen as a positive trait in women. Because it makes them "big." Well, screw society and that view. I have learned that the only person I have to please is me. If someone chooses not to like me because I don't fit a size XS, then that person isn't worth my friendship anyway.
Yeah, I push the dog. What's it to ya?
I know that I am mentally strong enough to overcome the media's portrayal of what I should look like. And I am striving to do all I can to make sure Sophia will be also (http://hopeave.wordpress.com/2013/07/29/how-to-talk-to-your-daughter-about-her-body/). I want her to be comfortable in her own skin, whether she be a supermodel, a super geek, or a super sports star. I want her to know that she is not defined by the size of her clothes, but the size of her heart. I want her to know that strong women are a good thing, and to be a role model for her to follow, if that's what she wants. I want her to know that pasta is a gift from the gods, not a food to be avoided, and that bacon is a major food group. I want her to know the joys of playing outside, of knowing she can do things for herself, and of feeling the wind in her hair. I want her to feel comfortable in mismatched outfits or perfectly put together ones. I want her to know I love her unconditionally, curly hair or straight, pimples or no, 20 pounds or 200 pounds. Most of all, I want for her to be healthy, physically and emotionally, and love herself as much as I love herself.
My very first AARP card. I really want to flash it and see if I get a discount.....
Look in the mirror for this one: Sophia put her blanket over her head to keep the sun from her eyes.
My "because it's Monday" flowers. :)
And, cute story: Sophia was snuggling her Nemofish (from the aquarium) on the way to school today, and wanted to take him in. She is starting to get into snuggling her stuffed animals, which I think is adorable. I let her take Nemofish in, and she held onto him while I changed her diaper and got her dressed for the day. She was still holding on to him when I put her at the table to eat her breakfast, and probably would have kept him if I would have let her. But, I told her that Nemofish had to come with me, but would be in the car for her after school. She was okay with that, but it was quite cute to see her walking around with a stuffed clownfish. (If you don't understand the origin of his name, I don't know if we can be friends)
No, not the living breathing kind. Good heavens, no. We have enough of those. Sophia got a big puppy and a little puppy for her birthday from seester and her man. The big puppy lives in Sophia's room, and the little one in her crib, or carseat. They are incredibly soft, and for Sophia, awesome because she can pull ears and poke eyes without having to first chase anything down.
Loving on the big puppy.
Big puppy has a "book" on its ear! Bonus! (aka, mom forgot to take off the tag.....whoops!)
Bouncing on the puppy (and giving mom's tummy a break from the bouncing!)
Wuv, twu wuv....
'mere puppy...I want to try to put you in the drawer.
Sleeping with little puppy
He makes a great pillow!
Priss is also very excited about these puppies, as Sophia's new favorite game is screeching and running after the cats and/or Priss. They are not too terribly thrilled with that new skill. One of the cutest things is seeing her snuggle up with her little puppy the same way I sleep, tucking her arm around, up, and under.