Thursday, July 30, 2009
Sophie at age 3
Sophia's birthday was this past Saturday. While I am still in a bit of denial that my baby is already three years old, it definitely happened and we had a blast. We had a few friends and cousins over to my parents' house and let the kids swim and play while we threw some hamburgers on the barbie. Summer birthdays are so much fun.
Sophia is undeniably my wild child. She would prefer not to wear clothes, and definitely fights having anything in her hair, which is why I finally just cut bangs for her. She doesn't seem to possess the capability to stay still unless she is sick, and even then she wants to run around as much as possible. She can definitely be exhausting. Just the other day when we were at a swimming pool with a waterslide, she went down about 36 times before she lost steam and fell asleep on a deck chair. Of course, this means that Mommy had to go down about 36 times as well, and I had lost steam around trip number five.
She is a tease. She loves nothing more than to harass her sisters by stealing their things and running for it. She also quite enjoys badgering Joel and me, too, but if she has a garden hose in her hands, you'd better run for it no matter who you are.
Sophia is also my "why" child. I thought my other two were pretty curious, but she puts them to shame. She has to know why about everything to the point that even I don't know why I am doing something anymore. You know the drill:
Sophie: Whatchoo dooning?
Me: I'm making lunch.
Me: Because we're hungry.
Me: Because we haven't eaten anything for a while.
Me: Well, because a few hours have gone by since breakfast.
And then I just get frustrated, because trying to explain the time-space continuum to a toddler is about as enjoyable as poking your eyes out with a fork. Especially when that toddler doesn't seem to have any other word in her vocabulary besides "why?".
She is incredibly tender and will hug and kiss her sisters whenever they are sad. If either Joel or I is the reason for one of her sisters' emotional outbursts, Sophia will lecture us. "You no be mean to my sisser!" she'll say heatedly with a little stamp of her foot. Very loyal, that one.
She has brought nothing but joy (and a lot of fatigue) to my life these past three years, and I look forward to the next year with my crazy bundle of vivaciousness. Hopefully I can keep her alive while simultaneously keeping her from jumping into the fountain at the temple or anywhere else.
Happy Birthday, Sophia!