Aunt Hannah made this at her art class, and donated it to The Hippo, who has worn it ever since. What’s the world coming to when even the Hippos are wearing jewelry?
Sophie’s hippo seems to have a burning desire to wear the hat, if Sophie is to be believed.
I have decided that hats are my favorite article of clothing for any baby. The rest can be optional, as long as there’s a great hat in the mix.
Granddad sent this to the girls last week, and it was the highlight of their week. Sophie thinks that the Baby Hippo is getting her teeth brushed, and now often wants to brush her teeth “with water, like the Tiny Baby Hippo”.
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..
Kinsley spent some quiet, quality time with herself in her little dream world, the other evening. When she emerged from the playroom, this was the result:
Sophie woke up about then, and after informing me that “The Baby Hippo is awake, now!” she ran into the playroom, to make herself into a “Queen Baby Hippo”.
Dan and I thought that the new look was more “Bag Lady” than “Queenly Hippo”, but Sophie was happy with the results.
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!
We’ve had so many celebrations lately that I can’t find time to get the pictures uploaded and posted! Sophie’s birthday has had the running theme of Hippos. It’s a huge part of her life right now.
Here’s a collage from Sophie’s birthday party at my parents house…
Notice the shiny red tricycle. It’s a gift from Marme and Granddad and the gang. Now the girls each have one, and the living room has become a race track of sorts. The only good thing is that neither of them can really peddle, but then on the other hand, if they suddenly (and accidentally) become very proficient at peddling, they can’t really steer, either….