Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Some women are drippin' with diamonds. Some women are drippin' with pearls. Lucky me, Lucky me look at what I'm drippin' with.... LITTLE GIRLS!


My sweet Sophie. She makes me laugh, cry, curse, worried, happy, angry and exhausted all within a 15 minute time span. This little girl will definitely not have the middle child syndrome. I was laughing to myself the other day just thinking of all the things she has gotten into just this past year and a half.

Let's see.... aside from the 22 pounds of bubble gum stuck in her intestines, she has eaten dog food, dog poop, cigarette butts, old gum found in the grass, old gum found in the sand, sand, dirt, toilet water, lotion (she somehow used to confuse yogurt and lotion. She would eat the lotion and lather the yogurt on her face and chest), mentholatum oil twice...we did call poison control on both of those, bar of soap, the little packets inside of shoe boxes that say do not eat... that was the third time we called poison control, and has picked food off of complete strangers plates in restaurants. I know we called poison control a fourth time for her, but I can't remember why. I also didn't include the basics like grass, mud, snow, chalk, and any and all forms of chapsticks and make-up.

Now these are all things that went into her mouth. She has been stuck in two different mouse traps... both free and clear of mice thank goodness, stuck inside of a drawer, toilet, and has opened up the back door by her seat while I was driving on the highway.
That is enough to make anyone check themselves into rehab. But once you see her shake her hips faster than a Tahitian hula dancer while listening to Hannah Montana, you just get it.

I love you Sophie!