This last is gift from my sweet sister-in-law, Amber. She and Jared even hung it up for me when I was gone one day. It is the perfect thing for my kitchen, and we all really love it!
Last night Sophie was gazing contemplatively up at it and said “All of our aunts and uncles are such amazing artists!” So true, Sophie Lou.
Sophie: What the hack is that?
As I carried Sophie into the store the other day, she exclaimed “Oh Mama! Look at that pretty man and his hair!” I looked around quickly and spotted the “pretty man”. He was a rough old fella, with a long grizzled beard and bushy white hair sticking out at all angles.
Sophie has been pretty constipated, lately. She’s taken to giving names to all her bowel movements, in order to help us understand the size of the success. “I think it’s a Mama Poop”, or “It’s just a Baby Poop” or the worst; “I have to have a Papa Poop!”.
Sophie has become very insistent on proper behavior from her sister (and even at times, her mother). She is often telling Kinsley to “Be Happy!”
When I was sick with the flu and one time didn’t make it to the toilet (I’m sure you want to hear about this), Sophie was standing to the side, watching me vomit. Then she said “Papa should spank you for getting that all over the floor”.
She has also been spending much of her time being The Baby Hippo. The good part of this deal, is that often The Baby Hippo can be prevailed upon to do things that Sophie would never consider doing without much protest, including going to sleep quietly!
Kinsley: Mama, I wrote on my blog, a long time ago, that children don’t like to eat vegetables!
Sophie: In Heaven, there won’t be any Hippos.
Kinsley: No, there won’t be any hippos, but there will be elephants. But not African elephants, just India elephants.
Kinsley: Is God bad, or good?
Mama: He is very good, in fact, He is perfect, and He is the only reason we even know what is good…
Kinsley: Well, does God kill people, or not?
Kinsley: Well, I couldn’t go live in Heaven right now, because once this house falls apart, then we have to go live in the house at Granddad’s office.
Kinsley: Oh, Sophie, I have so much to teach you… ’bout riding bikes, and how to pedal, and building houses and stuff..
This is a Mama (notice the massive size) “shungeling her baby while the papa and the girl are laying in bed, telling stories”…
Kinsley: Mama, do sheep turn into goats?
Mama: No, they are two completely different animals, but they do have some similarities –
Kinsley: But Mama! When the papas come and cut off all the sheep’s hair, and lay it over the fence, and the hair turns into a blanket, then the sheep turns into a goat!
Sophie: (Not wanting to be left out) Yes, Mama! And Hippos, too!
I’ve mentioned that my children are insane, right?
Everywhere I look, I see more evidence of their sheer insanity. And then once they start talking, any doubt which I may have had is erased. They’re certainly insane. They got that from their father.
Kinsley informed me last night that she had “heard that when you are a baby in your mama’s belly, you have to be naked”.
A few nights ago when Dan was reading her a fairy tale, and he read the phrase “She was broken-hearted”, Kinsley said “Wait, wait, wait! Did someone break their heart? Who broke their heart?”
At nap time yesterday: “Mama, I can’t go to sleep when Papa is not home, because Papa is the best man I ever seen for helping little girls go to sleep in their beds”.
This morning: “You know Mama, when little girls carry stuffed animals around, people will say ‘Oh, that’s just darling!'”
When Kinsley smashed her finger a few days ago, Sophie kissed the injured spot and told her sister “It’s okay Kinsley, at least A Hippo didn’t bite you…”
And Sophie’s answer for everything lately, from diaper changes, to naps, to eating – “I too busy”.