Sophia the cheese-miester.

Sophia is a total cheese ball.

CHEESE!

When she climbs into her carseat in the car she sings the Backseat song (you know, the one from Nick Jr, that is about riding in the back seat of a taxi Backseat, Backseat, riding in the backseat.  Roll the window UP roll the window DOWN).

When Sophia talks to Holden she screams in my belly button.  And when she gives him kisses she will ONLY give them to my belly button.  I hope this stops once Holden is on the outside.  No one wants their postpartum belly talked to, no one.

Sophia has learned how to work the camera on my phone, but doesn’t really get turning the camera so it takes a picture of her.  So she walks around saying CHEEEEESE and taking pictures of the floor.  {And that picture is how she looks now whenever I try to get a picture of her. She CAN NOT have her picture taken with out screaming CHEESE!}

She has started pretending to do things to get a good laugh.  When I went to get her the other morning she acted out a whole scene before she would come out of her room.  Where she took a couple steps forward and stumbled back going “Ohh, whooaaa, ohhh, whooaaaaaaaaa” and she fell backwards and yells “Whoa, das sippery!”  I have no idea where this came from, but I laughed so hard that she now does it every morning to get a laugh.

I adore that this little girl fills my days with so much cheesy wonder that it keeps me grounded in the now.  She never allows me to focus too far into the emptiness…because before I know it she is begging for crackers while trying to bribe me with cuddles {any tot’s reading this, bribing your parents with cuddles almost always gets you whatever you want!}

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