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!
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!
4 comments:
You have your hands full!!! My little Kaleb is a handful like that too! Kaleb opened the mini van door while we were driving on the freeway at 75 mph. It was at night and all of a sudden the light in the car came on and we freaked out. Kaleb was in HUGE troule and he knew it. He wouldn't even make eye contact with his dad. We had to pull over to shut the door. We were traveling to Disney Land over Halloween. Love to hear stuff like this!!!!! It makes me laugh! Love you guys!
How funny, I love it. I actually didnt know half that stuff. I want to put your post on my site, its soooo funnnnnnyyyyyy. I love you guys and your little girls....all three of them. :)
Oh Crissy
I love your blog it sounds like my terror elijah. He is crazy and invinsible. I know I have called poision control 2 times and goten 3 sets of stitches and had a tooth extracted from chipping it to close to the root. Is it the next generation of Saturdays Warriors that are amazing and challenging I think so. I love you Tami
Ah...
Reading this made me cry and miss you guys so much!
Every mother should take a lesson from you' you are so loving, genuine, and beautiful when you talk about the girls! I love it and I love you guys!!!
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