No Baby? Fine!

That comic was emailed to me by Denny. It was too awesome not to share.

With that, here is an update on the baby making:

I don't like losing, no one does. Those people who say "they don't mind it," THEY LIE! Everyone hates it. With that being said, after the first two months of no baby, I was done losing.

I've decided to just go with the flow. I enjoy my 1 on 1 time with Sophie. I like my tiny figure. I enjoy not peeing 100 times a day. I like being able to see my feet and paint my own toes. Most of all, I love that I finally get sleep.

If we just so happen to get pregnant, awesome; if not, that's ok too. I'll put off the proactive baby making until it warms up outside. Honestly, who wants to live with someone who is already bipolar, is depressed by winter, and raging with crazy pregnancy hormones. Not me!

Of course, now that I don't mind waiting a few months, watch - I'll be pregnant in a week. Fate is a jerk like that.

Touché

Somehow I was blessed with a child, who has manners. It must be my reward for putting up with years of sleep deprivation.

A few examples in her vocabulary:

• Please
• Thank you
• Sorry
• (you're) Welcome
• No thanks
• (you) Okay?
• (you) Alright?

It just amazes people that a toddler can be so polite. I love it.

When Sophie gets a hold of something she shouldn't have like my camera, scissors, or even once a steak knife, (Ya that one scared the Hell out of me. Apparently she can reach into our silverware drawer. The knives have since been moved) I ask her to share with me.

98% of the time, she hands over whatever it is. I figure this is more effective than trying to rip said objects out of her tiny hands, thus causing a tantrum. It works wonders.

Last night I was recording Sophie with my camera. The following conversation took place.

Sophie - Cheese mom. *reaching for the camera*
Me - No Sophie. It's all done.
Sophie - Please mom? *on her tippie toes*
Me - No.
Sophie - Mom PLEASE?! *pulling on my pants, in an effort to climb me*
Me - No. You don't need to play with this. *I start walking to the table to set down the camera*
Sophie - Mom
Me - What?
Sophie - Share?

Touché Sophie, Touché.

It's A Trap!

It can't be this easy. She's just plotting against me. You'll see.

Yesterday
Wake Up - 7:30
Nap - 12:15 - 1:45
Bath - 8:20
Passed Out - 9:00

*slept all night*

Wake Up - 9:30


Like I said above, it just can't be this easy.

Papa y Mama

(Picture taken by my super talented older brother. I lack pictures of my grandparents, so I had to resort to stealing my brother's.)

My grandparents are coming to visit next week. I'm so excited I could pee my pants! These are some of my absolute favorite people. The best part? They are not visiting for days, or even weeks, but months... MONTHS!

When we lived in Texas, we saw my family in Mexico all the time. Then we moved and visits became rare. The last time I saw my grandparents was literally years ago. I'm pretty sure it's when I was a nut, so 4 or 5 years ago. I wanted to go down last year, but we just lacked the money. I'll have to be sure to save up for a trip this coming year.

Papa is like a magnet, people are just drawn to him. He is nearly always smiling. I love to listen to him sing and play the guitar. When I was little he would show me magic tricks that would just blow my mind. Ok fine, I still think it's awesome. I'm so excited for Sophie to meet him.

Mama is so sweet. After having 12 kids, you'd bet that woman is pro with kids. She loves her kids and oodles of grandkids so much. She's such a blast.

I can't wait to take them out to do stuff. These next few months are going to be full of awesome.

Mary, Did You Know?

The above video was stolen from my sister-in-law's blog. I love this song, and have for years. The first time I heard it, I was 13. We were at our ward Christmas part/talent show. I can't remember his name, but my teacher sang the song. He had an amazing voice, and about halfway through the song, he started to cry.

You can never really "connect" with Mary, until you have a child. You can take class after class about being a parent, read all the books in the world, and even watch after children; but until you have your own child, you have no idea how that bond feels. To be willing to give anything and everything to keep your child safe. To be ready to give everything you have for them, even your life if necessary.

My mom used to always tell me "You'll understand when you are a mom." She normally told me those words when I was angry with her. She was right. I would do everything I could to keep Sophie from harm, even if that meant her hating me. Granted, she will have to learn things on her own, but I'll be damned if I'm not right there to pick her back up and brush her off.

Thank you mom, for everything.