Monday, February 26, 2007

The Bronco


For those who have known us for a long time, there's never been a time when we've been without the Bronco. Porter of course thinks it's the coolest car on the face of the earth, and he's determined he will drive one when he's older. We have a lot of memories associated with that car, notably, our first kiss. But also, camping, waiting for dad on the curb at our old apartment looking for dad, the first sight of the Bronco bringing shrieks of joy, long drives back to Utah every summer, we had to drive the Bronco in order to have enough room to haul enough stuff for the summer, an so Grandpa Jack could make sure we were taking good care of it. It served our family well, and we were sad to see it go!  But with our growing family, the two doors and the expense of keeping up an old vehicle made the Bronco an impractical choice for our family.  Sigh....

Sunday, February 25, 2007

Grateful Sunday



I am thankful for:

* My fellow bloggers.-- I was so inspired as I read your entries this week (okay, I would LOVE to read and comment every day, but I just can't keep up, so I usually read them over the weekend). So I stayed up late Sat. night and basked in your wisdom and insight. Thanks for sharing! I wish I could come up with such witty and wise things to write about... I will work on that! I just love reading your blogs and thinking, wow... "I am so glad I am not alone in feeling that way"... Or..."Wow... I needed to be reminded of that"...

* My walking group--I finally took the inititive to email the girls in my ward to see if anyone was interested in walking together in the morning. With the cold weather, my growing belly, and kids who are on a stroller strike, going out on my own as just not been happening. Unfortunately I am one of those people who needs exersize to stay SANE... It serves an emotionally stabilizing purpose in my life. I had two takers, and we started going last week. It was so nice to get some socializing, fresh and exersize all at the same time. The only problem is we have to go at 6 am to accomidate schedules of husbands leaving for work and kids needing help getting ready for school. So I have also been tired all week... Hopefully this week I can get to bed earlier, otherwise it's back to the drawing board, because I can not function at the level of exhaustion I have felt this week!

Stake Conference

I went to Stake Conference tonight... Doug had a meeting in the afternoon, so he watched the kids and let me go to the evening meeting. We have such an amazing Stake presidency, every time one of them speaks, I am captivated and spiritually fed. Although Doug and I rarely hire a babysitter, while sitting in the meeting tonight, I vowed that next Stake Conference we will hire someone so that Doug can attend the meeting too. It's just not the same when I come home and relate to him what was said.

President R* (Channing's dad) had me in tears. His message was about how the Lord heals us and comforts us. Sometimes the healings are miraculous, physical healings, as was the case with him and his 7th child. Sometimes the healings come in emotional comfort and strength as we weather our trials, as was the case for him in the death of their 14 year old daughter. But regardless of the circumstance, the Lord loves us and teaches us and strengthens us... And we are better people because of it.

We just don't know what's in store for us in the future... and I guess that's a good thing, other wise we might not keep going. But I think it's amazing what we can endure when put in the situation.

Channing's mom said that's why it's so important to do what you can now to strengthen your faith and testimony, so when things hit, you'll be able to get through them.

One of the main themes discussed tonight was how to strengthen families. I was moved by the thought of how precious life is, and how important it is to make our kids feel loved each and every day.

This coming after an evening of me putting cleaning my messy house above loving my kids... Not ten minutes after I finished mopping the floor, Porter came traipsing in from outside... with muddy feet. He wanted me to push him in the swing. After an unnecessary description of how I felt about him bringing in mud, I asked him to clean it up... He refused so I told him that I was finishing cleaning the bathrooms, and that since I now had to clean up the mud I just didn't know if I would have time to push him... A reasonable request I know, but maybe if I had prioritized my week a little better, the bathrooms would have already been cleaned, and I could have spent the whole evening outside with the kids... This morning I pulled out three dresses for Sophia to pick from. She had a huge temper tantrum because she wanted to pick the dresses from the closet, not from the bed where I had put them. I don't remember what I said, but Porter's response was, "Mom, don't get mad at her." A sweet reminder from a sweet boy.

Happy Annivesary Mom and Dad!



My parents celebrated their 32nd anniversary this month. Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad!

Happy Birthday Adam!





My brother Adam's 27th birthday was two weeks ago. He just graduated from college with a Masters in Engineering. He was offered and accepted a fabulous job in Utah. He just got back from his first trip to Hawaii.... Yeah... I would say everything is going his way, and he deserves it! He has worked so hard to get his degree, he works so hard in his calling at church. He is such a good person... I've always felt close to Adam, we have a lot of similarities in our personality... good traits and not so good traits... Adam, may your 27th year bring you much happiness and peace!

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

How To Be a Better Mommy



The other night I went into Porter's room to give him a good night kiss. Not quite sure how our little conversation evolved into this, but it cracked me up...

Porter: "Maybe you could read a book on how to be a better mommy."

Me: "I have read some."

Porter: "... or maybe you could take a class."

Me: "I wish they had classes on that, but they don't."

Porter: "Maybe I could teach it..."

Me: "What would you teach?"

Porter: "To be kind, and not mean."

Me: "How would you teach it?"

Porter: "With games and stories, and stuff like that"

Sunday, February 18, 2007

Grateful Sunday



Hmmm... This week I am grateful for:

* Happy kids-- I feel like my kids are best friends or worst enemies. Fortunately they are best friends more often then they are worst enemies. I love listening to them laugh together, I love watching Porter read Sophia books, and then watching Sophia try to read to Porter. The only book she tries is Go Dogs Go. Read for both of them just involves turning the pages and talking about what each page says, but it's so cute! I'm just going to have to start pulling out my camera when they have their cute bonding time so I can do a blog entry detailing what I want to remember about their cute relationship! Tonight I took Sophia to a missionary fireside with me. She didn't last more than five minutes, not because she was being mischievous, but because she kept laughing! How could I get upset with her for being joyful?

* The Internet-- My link to the outside world!

* My cell phone-- My link to my family! It's really been a long time since I've seen them, but it doesn't feel so long because I talk to them frequently during the week. I do find it strange however, that I do not have plans to see my family before the baby comes, and the last time I saw them I wasn't pregnant... So when I see them this summer it will be with a babe in arms that they never saw coming...

Friday, February 16, 2007

Parent Teacher Conferences

ABC

I just have to brag a little bit. Today was my very first parent teacher conference. It went great. The teacher said just what I wanted to hear. "Porter is such a smart boy. He's doing so well in class. He is so sweet and helpful. I can tell that you read to him a lot. When he's absent, we can tell a big difference in our circle time, because he answers a lot of questions and his answers are always right." When I asked what I could do to help him in school, or to help him prepare for kindergarten, the teacher just said, "Just keep on doing what you are doing, because what ever it is, it's working. You are a great mom, I know it's hard, especially with another little one around, but you're doing a great job." I think we hear that kind of encouragement so little as moms, and we need it so much! I just have to soak it in and savor it when I get it! (and record it so later on down the road, when I need a boost, I can remember it!) And I know I can say to all of you moms who read my blog, you, too are doing a great job and you set such amazing examples for me.

Now understand, I've spent many moments stressing about how my son was going to do in an organized school setting. I see him in Primary. I saw in Joy School. It's was such a relief to be told, "He's going to do fine in kindergarten." I love his pre-school so much, and am thrilled with the miracles they are working with him. I am amazed at the cooperation they get from him. His teacher told me sometimes he digs in his heels, but we just don't put up with it, and he gets over it quickly. They offer kindergarten at his school, it's just so expensive, and hard to justify private kindergarten. Still, one can dream...

Little Sophie was so cute this morning. The pre-school provided day-care during the conferences. So I told Sophie she got to go to pre-school and play for a while. She was thrilled. She insisted on bringing her back pack and she packed a snack. When I got her out of the car seat she said, "I huv you mommy." Then she blew me a kiss and headed off like she was going to school like a big girl. I guess I could send her next year, but selfishly I am not ready. I think she's too young. I want to do a mom swap pre-school, and would actually like to start it sooner rather than later. It would just be for fun, but since she asks me daily if she can go to pre-school, I think the sooner I organize it the better!

Thursday, February 15, 2007

Dental Drama



Instead of buying this....


We spent our money on this...


I took Porter into the dentist a week ago Monday. He was a very cooperative patient, and responded very well to the staff. I think his favorite part about the whole experience was playing video games in the waiting room... The bad news was that he needed a cap put on one of his teeth and that he had five cavities. This was particularly bad news because we don't have dental insurance, and we learned quickly that fixing teeth, even little baby teeth is not cheap!

So we looked into a dental discount plan. It sounds like a great idea, and it probably is helpful in curbing the cost of preventive work and basic dental repair. Sedating children is a whole other ball game. I took Porter's x-rays to a dentist who accepts a discount plan. I left with a quote that was more expensive then the first one. Cavity for cavity he was way cheaper. Sedation wise, he was three times as expensive (sedation isn't discounted) and he refused to do all of the work in one trip. He said it would take a minimum of two trips, and he couldn't guarantee that it would work, and we still might have to do IV sedation. Then he started to talk about pulling the tooth if he couldn't affix the crown properly, which would lead to spacers... and more return visits. I've decided that while K* has a terrible selection of OB's and natural childbirth friendly facilities, they have a fabulous selection of dentists. On the other hand the med center has a fabulous selection of OB's and no honest dentists!

I promptly called the first dentist and luckily they had a cancellation and were able to schedule us in the next day, Valentine's Day. Doug reads all of the worst case scenario's at work, and currently has a dental case involving a child. So neither one of us slept well the night before, but Porter made it through with flying colors! Doug gave him a father's blessing before he went. It sure made me feel better, and it was neat to see how excited Porter was to receive it. I know it made him feel special to get the blessing. They did all the work in one trip (less than 45 minutes). He woke up easily from the sedation. I thought I might have to keep him home from all of his Valentine's Day activities, but oh no, he didn't even need a nap. I still accompanied him to his parties and kept a close eye on him, but he did fine! Even though it was expensive, I was just so grateful to have the work done by someone I trusted, someone I had confidence in, and someone Porter liked and responded well to. Porter really was brave, and was well rewarded for his bravery. He earned more fish for his aquarium.

When I was talking to him about his reward for bravery, we agreed he could pick out ten fish. In reminding him what he could get for being brave, I inadvertently said, "You can have ten things from the pet store." His eyes got big, and he said, "Then I want three fish, and one crab... How many is that?" Me, thinking maybe I was going to get away with buying less than I promised, "Four things, that's great!" Porter kept going, "Then I want a dog, and a parrot, and a rat... and maybe I think a guinea pig. Yeah, a guinea pig." Boy it took some explaining to get myself out of that one and still help him feel like his reward was any kind of a reward. I mean, How can you compare a fish to a dog?

Lest you think I'm a bad mom because my child has so many cavities, I must say this in my defense... the dentist told me that Porter was genetically pre-disposed to lots of cavities. Last year Porter had cavities on the surfaces of his teeth, so they fixed those and put sealants on. This year he had no surface cavities, just cavities in between his teeth. Indicating a need to floss. Which I admit we weren't doing, and obviously need to do. Now my parents never flossed my teeth, they never had us use ACT; they brushed our teeth once a day and called it good. I didn't have any cavities until I was in my late teens. I just didn't realize the need to floss and mouthwash my kids' mouths every day... but we are a reformed family! Porter, thankfully hasn't complained at all, and is very cooperative even when I send him up to brush after any bit of sugar touches his teeth.

The dentist said, after checking out Sophia's teeth that she had beautiful teeth, and that it's funny how you can have the same parents, and two completely different set of teeth. We are not going to learn the hard way that the doctor's predictions are wrong. She is undergoing the same strict dental regime that Porter has started. She is very cooperative, because of course, what ever Porter does, she wants to do.

So to all of my siblings out there... learn from our experience.... brush and floss and ACT your kid's mouths... (when you have them)... don't learn the hard way. Even if you have great dental insurance, it's no fun to watch your child have to endure a day in the dentist's chair.

Monday, February 12, 2007

Grateful Sunday (a day late!)

This week I am grateful:

* Porter's room is finally painted, and I love the color we selected! I will just ignore the fact it took over two months to finish, and just accept the fact that home improvement projects take us FOREVER! We can never buy a fixer upper! There was a lot of prep work to attend to before we could even start painting, holes to patch (thanks to Porter), black racing stripes to sand off, three coats of primer to apply. Then I couldn't decide on a color, thus the hold up for several weeks. Then we needed multiple coats of paint to ultimately hide the racing stripes forever. Plus the fact that I am pregnant, and don't want to breath in all those fumes (Doug doesn't let me paint anyway because I don't pay enough attention to detail... isn't the point just to slap the paint up as fast as you can and be done with the project?) So painting was only done on the weekends... But it's done, and I am very, very grateful to have his furniture moved from the hall back into his bedroom, and to have him moved out of Sophia's bedroom. Can we say, party every night at bedtime, trying to get those two down in the same room?

* Chick-filet-- Okay, not sure how to spell that one, but Friday was a hard day for me, just an emotional, crying, pregnant hormone's take over kind of day. I called a couple of people to see if they wanted to get out and do something, but no one was at home. To make things worse, I had declared Friday, Saturday and Sunday no TV days in our home, because I got tired of the whining for just "one extra kids show." They could choose between whining and a TV ban, and guess what they chose? So there was no TV to fall back on. I packed up the kids, and off to the store we went to pick up Valentines for pre-school kids, and then on to Chick-filet for lunch. It saved us! The kids sat quietly and ate their whole lunch, then they played like angels for over an hour in the toys, we finished with ice cream, and there was no complaining when we left. I really needed that! I felt like a better mom and my kids were happy.

* The sun shone brightly for two days this week. I wish it would come back...

Goals for this week: (it helps me work towards them to have them published)

* select, purchase and put up curtains in Porter's room
* get the supplies to paint Sophia's furniture
* make a list of every one's birthdays, so I will stop forgetting them... then I will just need to remember to look at my calender...
* read my scriptures every day

Saturday, February 10, 2007

good daddy






This post is a tribute to Doug! I heard the country song 'Watching You' by Rodney Atkins a couple of weeks ago. When the song started, I thought it was kind of corny, but as it progressed I was touched by the sweet relationship between this boy and his dad portrayed in the chorus of the song:

He [the little boy] said, I’ve been watching you, dad ain’t that kool?
I’m your buckaroo; I want to be like you.
And eat all my food and grow as tall as you are.
We like fixin’ things and holding moma’s hand
Yeah, we’re just a like, hey, ain’t we dad.
I want to do everything you do; so I’ve been watching you.

This little boy views his dad just like Porter views Doug. And for good reason too! Doug is the most caring, loving, committed father I know. I couldn't ask for a better father of my children! I love to see him and Porter working around the house or in the yard together... Porter follows his dad around with tools in hand, he puts on his snow boots and his ear protection to be outside when they're mowing the lawn or using other power tools. I can just see how much Porter adores his dad, and how much Doug adore both Porter and Sophia.

Both Porter and Sophia squeal in delight and run to the door when Doug gets home from work. Doug is so good at playing with them. He'll spend hours building structures out of tinker toys or chasing them around the house with their Nerf guns. Sophia loves to taunt her dad by saying, "Nah, nah, can't catch me!" Doug comes running and Sophia heads the other way squealing and laughing. Porter will jump on Doug's back or foot, and they play a game they named, "Something's on my back (or foot)." After baths they play Special D where Doug gives the kids rides in their hooded towels. (They've asked me to play that with them, but I defer to Doug "That's a daddy game!") It's just so fun to watch them play and hear them laughing together!


After reading the books Bringing up Boys and Raising Boys I appreciate how it's not just fun for my kids, it's essential for their healthy growth and development to have such a great relationship with their dad. I've also been able to sit back and enjoy observing it, and not feel like I have to be included in every activity they do. The kids have lots of mom time, and they need their dad time. There are strengths that Doug has and it's okay to let him run with them in his interactions with the kids. I am grateful for him and for the good person he is!

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

Sophie-isms





I have tons of little stories about Sophia that are just piling up in my brain. I thought I had better record them, lest I forget them!

Monday night Sophia was upset with me for some unexplained reason. As I asked her questions in an effort to establish what had caused her distress, or more importantly what I could do to solve the problem, she yelled and screamed her responses back at me. In seeing my frustration with the situation Doug asked Sophia a question, without taking a breath, she turned to her daddy and in her tirade cried out, "I'm not talking to you!" And again, without taking a breath, she continued her ranting and raving towards me.

Tuesday night the kids helped Doug clean out our fish tank in preparation to buy some fish. Every morning Sophia tells me with all seriousness and a little disappointment, "The fish haven't come yet." I think she thought the simple act of filling the fish tank would bring fish...

Sophia loves to eat. Kind of funny, because she is so little. I actually have a hard time keeping enough fruit and chicken nuggets around. I feel like no matter how much I buy, she eats it right up. Yes Porter helps her, but she is the main eater. At least she doesn't get upset when we run out. She just tells me, again with all seriousness showing in her eyes, and the way she moves her mouth, and the way she points to her hand doing the baby sign for want (I guess she feels like that emphasizes her point even more) "We have to buy some more...apples... or We have to buy some more... grapes... or We have to buy some more... bananas." When one of my friends watched her the other day she gave Sophie some grapes. When they were all gone Sophia wasted no time in telling her, "You have to buy some more grapes."

When Sophie wants an article of clothing or a toy from the store I tell her, "Maybe for your birthday (7 months away) ." Sophie nods knowingly and says, "Yeah, maybe for my happy birthday."

Sophia calls Winnie the Pooh, Shampoo. It took me a while to figure it out, but when I did I thought it was so funny! I love it when kids come up with their own names for things. Apple Juice was always appy ju to Porter. McDonald's was always Farmers ( from Old McDonald's Farm).

Sophia LOVES nursery. She asks all through Sacrament meeting if she can go to Primary. I love to watch her march in and take her seat in front of a puzzle and get to work, she doesn't look back.

Sophia hates to wear warm clothes, but with the consistency of the colder weather these days she has consented to and will even ask for a jacket. The catch is, as soon as she gets to her destination, off the coat goes. We follow the following schedule when going any where: Put coat on in house... take coat off in car that is parked in the garage... put coat on before leaving car... take coat off upon entering destination (store, home or Porter's pre-school) ... etc. She used to wear her lady bug coat (part of the Halloween costume she didn't really want to wear on Halloween). It's actually very warm. I just bought her a jean jacket, and now that's what she asks for, but she calls it "My new cute jacket."

Sophia is also fiercely independent. As Porter begged me to help him pick out and put on his jammies last night I had to laugh at the irony. Not only does Sophia pick out her own clothes, but now she insists on putting them on herself. Occasionally I can't help myself or I forget and reach out to help a stubborn head through the top. I instantly regret my decision when the shirt comes flying off and we have to start the shirt application all over again. Can you imagine how long it can take to get dressed? Rather than ask for help, she will select a different pair of shorts to wear if the ones she's trying to put on aren't cooperating. Yesterday she put her little undies on by securing her waist into the leg hole and a leg into the waist hole. Would she let me change it? Oh no, not on your life. She would rather be uncomfortable and do it "myself." At least she was wearing undies, which is another drama. She's done with diapers, but isn't keen on wearing undies. I guess she prefers the free feeling with just shorts or pants on. I am learning though that I can bribe her to cooperate in this area... Saying something like "We can't go to the park if you don't put your undies on" usually does the trick. She loves to go visiting teaching to a girl who has a dog named Gus. Sophia LOVES Gus. If I say, do you want to go to Gus' house she squeals a happy yes, and tells me, "I have ta put my undies on." Of course, she takes them off as soon as we get home, but I guess it's a start.

When I ask Sophia how old she is, she tells me "I'm 5."
"No, Porter is five, you're 2... How old are you now?"
"I'm 5." I guess she feels like she has to be like her brother in every way!

Sunday, February 04, 2007

Grateful Sunday



This week I am grateful for:

* A garage that I can fit the car I drive into-- It is heaven to be able to park and be out of the elements and just a few steps away from my door. I was remembering my apartment days of the long trek from the car to my front door. It was tricky when herding kids and carrying groceries. I always wanted to buy a wagon to help! But we didn't have a place to store the wagon when it wasn't doing it's job. Needless to say, as I pondered things I am grateful for, knowing how it could be, this definitely makes my list of blessings!

* Being able to keep in touch with friends-- I know I've lived in my new place for over a year, but I still don't feel totally at home here. Not sure why it's taking so long, and I'm sure it's my fault, but sometimes I really miss the camaraderie and closeness of my old ward and friends. This last week I went down to book club in my old ward. It was so fun to see familiar faces and feel at home again. Thanks Tara for the invite!

* A supportive husband-- I had something going on almost every night this last week, yes I missed American Idol both nights it was on! But Doug didn't complain at all about my absence, he just let me go and he handled the not so cooperative kiddos through meal time, bath time and bed time.

* We finally found a dentist to take Porter to-- He has a tooth that doesn't look right, or so Doug tells me. I really don't want to look, kind of the what I can't see won't worry me theory, but I'm taking Doug's word for it. One thing I hate about moving is finding a dentist, or any new doctor for that matter. Doug and I still go to our old dentist in Utah. Porter used to see Ann D* but she's since moved, so we had to find a new one. After several weeks of procrastination, I finally got some names and called for price quotes and availability and Doug made the appointment. Now pray for us that it will go well tomorrow. The last time Porter had work done the verset (sp?) they gave him to sedate him had the opposite effect and made him angry and upset; they ended up putting him under IV sedation. I do not need that experience repeated! Hopefully now that he's a little older bribery will work!

* After one year we finally moved the furniture around in our family room-- I've meant to do it ever since we moved in. I mean the couch was where the guys put it when we moved in to to get it out of the way. I just don't have a lot of confidence in my decorating abilities, and Doug was so busy when we first moved in, and I can't move furniture by myself, then we just got used to it. But we took a couple of hours yesterday and played with the configuration, and it looks so much better! I just like it so much more. Now if only I can talk Doug into a new dining room table...

* The contractions stopped-- I missed my grateful post last Sunday because I was lying down in bed, drinking as much water as I could get down, trying to get my very regular, less than five minute apart contractions to stop. I've never experienced that before, and it was very frightening! Luckily at my appointment the Friday before when the doctor asked if I'd had any contractions she happened to mention what to do if they become frequent. It took about 1 1/2 hours for them to slow down, and then the rest of the evening for them to stop entirely. Another friend who was put on bed rest for her second and managed to avoid bed rest for her third recently told me as we talked about her experience how horrible it was, and how if it ever happened to me to avoid going to the hospital at all costs! So I didn't call the doctor, don't worry, I would have if they hadn't stopped. I figure that I just got dehydrated (another friend was recently hospitalized for pre-term labor and when I asked her if they knew what caused it she said dehydration). I found out on Wednesday (hope this isn't too much info for you all) that I have an asymptomatic UTI, so that might have had something to do with it. I've been fine since, although I've cut back on running (and I'm not feeling guilty about it) and I've recommitted myself to staying well hydrated!

* Sudafed and Tylenol-- how would I ever survive a cold without them?

* Sunday afternoon BBQs with my little family


Well, I guess that's enough for one day!

Saturday, February 03, 2007

Harry Potter


I just heard the good news and verified it via the Washington Post and J.K. Rowling's web site. The release date for the seventh and final book in the Harry Potter series is set for July 21. I was hoping to read books 1 to 6 before number 7 comes out. I haven' t done that with the release of any other Potter book, but since this is the last one in the series, I'd like to enjoy it completely, without being confused or wondering what is going on. Is anyone else excited?

Here's some other info I learned via Debbi Wilgoren's Feb. 1, 2007 article in the Washington Post:

"Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince," the sixth installment in the series, was released in July of 2005, and was the fastest-selling book in history, with 6.9 million copies snapped up in the first 24 hours, Scholastic said.

There are more than 120 million copies of the Harry Potter books in print in the United States alone. Each book published so far has topped the bestseller list in the United States, the United Kingdom and around the world."

Pretty impressive stats. I am forever astonished at the creativity and foresight it must take to be able to write a novel, let alone a best seller!

Thursday, February 01, 2007

Sophie-isms

Monday night Sophia was upset with me for some unexplained reason. As I asked her questions in an effort to establish what had caused her distress, or more importantly what I could do to solve the problem, she yelled and screamed her responses back at me. In seeing my frustration with the situation Doug asked Sophia a question, without taking a breath, she turned to her daddy and in her tirade cried out, "I'm not talking to you!" And again, without taking a breath, she continued her ranting and raving towards me.

Tuesday night the kids helped Doug clean out our fish tank in preparation to buy some fish. Every morning Sophia tells me with all seriousness and a little disappointment, "The fish haven't come yet." I think she thought the simple act of filling the fish tank would bring fish...

Sophia loves to eat. Kind of funny, because she is so little. I actually have a hard time keeping enough fruit and chicken nuggets around. I feel like no matter how much I buy, she eats it right up. Yes Porter helps her, but she is the main eater. At least she doesn't get upset when we run out. She just tells me, again with all seriousness showing in her eyes, and the way she moves her mouth, and the way she points to her hand doing the baby sign for want (I guess she feels like that emphasizes her point even more) "We have to buy some more...apples... or We have to buy some more... grapes... or We have to buy some more... bananas." When one of my friends watched her the other day she gave Sophie some grapes. When they were all gone Sophia wasted no time in telling her, "You have to buy some more grapes."

When Sophie wants an article of clothing or a toy from the store I tell her, "Maybe for your birthday (7 months away) ." Sophie nods knowingly and says, "Yeah, maybe for my happy birthday."

Sophia calls Winnie the Pooh, Shampoo. It took me a while to figure it out, but when I did I thought it was so funny! I love it when kids come up with their own names for things. Apple Juice was always appy ju to Porter. McDonalds was always Farmers ( from Old McDonalds Farm).

Sophia LOVES nursery. She asks all through Sacrament meeting if she can go to Primary. I love to watch her march in and take her seat in front of a puzzle and get to work, she doesn't look back.

Sophia hates to wear warm clothes, but with the consistency of the colder weather these days she has consented to and will even ask for a jacket. The catch is, as soon as she gets to her destination, off the coat goes. We follow the following schedule when going any where: Put coat on in house... take coat off in car that is parked in the garage... put coat on before leaving car... take coat off upon entering destination (store, home or Porter's pre-school) ... etc.

Sophia is also fiercely independent. As Porter begged me to help him pick out and put on his jammies last night I had to laugh at the irony. Not only does Sophia pick out her own clothes, but now she insists on putting them on herself. Occassionally I can't help myself or I forget and reach out to help a stubborn head through the top. I instantly regret my decision when the shirt comes flying off and we have to start the shirt application all over again. Can you imagine how long it can take to get dressed? Rather than ask for help, she will select a different pair of shorts to wear if the ones she's trying to put on aren't cooperating. Yesterday she put her little undies on by securing her waist into the leg hole and a leg into the waist hole. Would she let me change it? Oh no, not on your life. She would rather be uncomfortable and do it "myself." At least she was wearing undies, which is another drama. She's done with diapers, but isn't keen on wearing undies. I guess she prefers the free feeling with just shorts or pants on. I am learning though that I can bribe her to cooperate in this area... Saying something like "We can't go to the park if you don't put your undies on" usually does the trick. She loves to go visiting teaching to a girl who has a dog named Gus. Sophia LOVES Gus. If I say, do you want to go to Gus' house she squeals a happy yes, and tells me, "I have ta put my undies on." Of course, she takes them off as soon as we get home, but I guess it's a start.

Sophie wants to "wear my hiccups(dressups)"