2 Months!

Sophie is officially a two month old...ahem...as of Sunday.  Yes, I know it has been two days already, but this "lady of leisure" has been busy playing catch up for the little bout of Strep that knocked her on her hiney last week.

But first, I owe you a story.

On Valentines Day Chad was out of town (again) so I decided to take my little men out to dinner.  I dragged my brother, David, along for the ride to share in my misery. We went to a little Thai place near our house that we frequent.  It is small and the food is good.  The only complaint I can make for that particular night was that they put us in a pretty small booth for the number of people we had.  I ended up being sandwiched between Blake and Kade.

So we're sitting there waiting for our food and all of a sudden Kade reaches up to my left, er, well, Sophie's vessel of food and gives it a nice squeeze.  He is lucky there were several layers of fabric separating it from him or he would have gotten squirted in the eye for a stunt like that.  Then he says in the loudest three year old voice possible, "Is there MILK in there?"  Stunned, I shook off his paw and said, "Shhhh...don't touch me there." David eyed us from his side of the table with a "Did I just hear what I think I just heard?" look on his face.

Never one to be put off by a shush from Mom, Kade grabbed me again and repeated the question, only louder this time because, well, I did say "Shhhh", right?  "MOM, you got MIIIIILLLLKK in there?"  At this point all I could do to keep from dying or laughing till I cried was to affirm what he already knew to be true and try to divert his attention to the soy sauce in front of him.  And in case anyone was wondering in that restaurant whether I breast or bottle feed, they can now rest easy.  I doubt David will ever go to dinner with us again.  I can officially say that the only things I got for V-Day (or Black Monday...as I have been referring to it in my mind) was a sweet card that Trevor made me at school and a three year old copping a feel in a crowded restaurant. 

Phew.  And you thought this was just gonna be about Sophie! 

Now for the good stuff.

At her two month checkup on Friday Sophie weighed in at 9 lbs. 15 oz. which put her in the 40th percentile for weight.  She was 21.5 inches long, putting her in the 20th percentile...she is a shorty.  I wonder where she got that from??  Her head is small and barely makes it on the charts (which is kind of a relief to me since she is a girl and who would want their little girl to have a gigantic noggin?). She got three shots plus the Rotavirus vaccine that she was a big fan of because it tasted much better than the Zantac that I force down her throat twice a day for reflux.

Sophie is a little doll.  No.  Really.  People tend to think we are holding a baby doll when we are out in public with her.  I was joking (or was I?) yesterday that I am just about ready to put dark glasses on her when I take her out because she is like a little rockstar.  People can't get enough of her, which I don't really mind since I think she's pretty great, but I am used to not really calling a lot of attention to myself and she definitely puts us in the limelight!

She was not amused with our little photo session.

She is a sweetheart, but can belt it out when she is offended or hungry.  Her brothers are all very sweet to her.  It is nice to be able to work on dinner or laundry and have Blake hold her if she is fussy.  He is loving that he is big/old enough to pick her up and comfort her when I need him to.  Sophie has gotten pretty interactive with all of us the past few weeks and it does a mother's heart good to see her grin up at one of her brothers with a toothless little look of adoration. 

The photo session was tolerable after Blake joined in.

I have to say, though, that she is for sure becoming a Daddy's girl.  The other night I was trying not to die sick on the couch with a fever and had to call my parents to come and help me since Chad was at a bishopric thing in McMinnville.  They held her and loved on her for quite a while and then they put her down in her bouncer.  A few minutes later Chad walked in the door and immediately honed in on her.  he went and stood above her and she looked up and grinned and started cooing at him like she was telling him about her day.  He can't get enough of her and almost runs to pick her up when he walks in the door after a long day of work or church.  Right now she is cuddled up on his chest while he plays his stupid video game.

Check out Mr. Sexy and his new eyewear...he might be wearing a Batman shirt here, but he is my Clark Kent.

She is a strong little thing.  Chad put her on her tummy the other night and she rolled to her back. We're thinking it was a fluke, but it won't be long until she masters that little trick for good.  She recently discovered the toys in her little "toy jungle" and likes to kick and bat at them to get them to rattle and chime.  She also coos at them like they are long lost buds. 

And lastly, her hair.  Girlfriend has got some hair on her!  It gets curly when wet and then dries sticking straight up.  I just recently discovered that I can get it to lay down if I constantly comb it while it is drying...but who has time for that?  Poor little thing generally has to live with looking like a parakeet until her next bath.  The down side to all that hair?  She is still a barfer, even though she's on meds, and I can't tell you how many times I have gone to pick her up to find the back of her hair plastered to her skull with barf.  Her hair is not quite long enough on top to put a little clip in, but it won't be long...provided she doesn't take after her brothers and wake up one morning around the three month mark halfway to baldsville!

Valentines Day

When I was a little girl I remember my mom going out of her way to make Valentines Day a special day for us.  She was always good (much better than I am) at making things fun and making me feel like I was special...something that the middle child of five really needs sometimes.  Since the past eight weeks of my life have been consumed with Sophie (my own live little dollie to play with!) I haven't gotten to spend as much time making life fun for the boys.  We've had time together, don't get me wrong.  How could we not when the school district calls a snow day every other day?  And a lot of that time we've had fun, but I don't really recall going out of my way to make things fun.  So for Valentines Day I wanted to do it up special like.

I bought them each a little box of crispy chocolates (thank you Target dollar section) and set to work making heart shaped clues while the big boys were at school and Kade was like this:

Naptime on my bed

I hid the clues in their spots (different spots for each kid) and watched the clock in anticipation of the bus coming to bring them home.

When the time was close I grabbed my camera and headed out the door.  As I was doing this my nephew got up from his nap and came out proclaiming, "I wake up!" So I put his shoes on him and took him outside to hide around the corner from the front door.  Campbell couldn't quite figure out why his crazy aunt was making him crouch behind the garbage can, but he is used to me so he went with the flow, and to his credit he refrained from twirling his finger next to his ear in the "cookoo" position.

As luck would have it (and for the first time in their history together) Blake and Trevor were quiet as they came up to the front door so the only shot I got of them reading their first clues was this one:

Then it was on to the hunt inside.

I got creative with my clue placement, and they did pretty well figuring out where each clue would be.

Their smiles made the sugar highs and empty wrapper garbage that I kept finding well worth it.  I think I may have found a new tradition. 

 Thanks Mom! 

 Hey, I never said I came up with the idea on my own...

Stay tuned for the rest of our Valentines Day shenanigans...a story that deserves it's very own post!

Saranamon Rolls

So you know how you can put saran wrap in the microwave and it doesn't melt? 

The same can not be said for if you put it in the oven.

 Wanna know how I know that? 

I don't know if you can see it but this cinnamon roll is pretty shiny.  Chad and I tried to pick off the bits of saran wrap that didn't melt into oblivion, but we gave up and rejoiced that I remembered to take it off before baking the first batch of rolls.

 Lo siento second batch!

 On the up side, that's five cinnamon rolls that I won't be eating my way through tomorrow.  Right now my diet is thanking my stupidity for that little mistake.