Thursday, August 18, 2011

Could You Be Any Cuter?

Sweet Potato Pie, my little Character. Everyday you amuse me by something you do or say. I could spend a bunch of time on here writing about all the funny things you come up with. But, of course, I have to do laundry and eat. I love you, little girl.

Yesterday we took Sophie to the vet. And, this was very interesting to you. Until they checked her ears (which were infected and the reason for taking her) and Sophie started squealing like a pig. Which she always does at the vet, but you didn't know that and you started bawling and crying for "your Sophie." You thought they were hurting her. You have such a gentle spirit for wounded people and animals. I love seeing that side of you. Even if I did find it slightly amusing to have 4 people, a bawling toddler, and a squealing dog in a very, very small room.

On the way home there was a Sonic and I asked if you would like a cherry-lime. You dig those (probably because I dug them the whole time I was pregnant with you--and I typically don't care for them). You said yes. So, we were in the drive through at Sonic getting cherry-limes and out of the blue (you were excited about getting that drink) you told me, "mommy, I'm not mad at you!" I said, "OK, baby, but why would you be mad at me?" We hadn't had any incidences--as in, me disciplining you, so I wasn't sure where you were coming from. You said, with a very frustrated voice, "I'm not mad at you, mommy." OK. Got it. Then you told me that your tummy needed a cherry lime in it. I told you that I ordered it and we were waiting for it. Then you told me again, for about the 10th time in a few minutes, that you wanted a cherry-lime. I finally got exasperated and told you that it was coming and to stop asking. You said, "OK, mommy. Thanks for talking to me." Little adult.

We also went to the library yesterday and on our walk to the car it was thundering outside. Now, you've been known to be slightly afraid of thunder. We were holding hands and you pulled yourself close to me and said, "it's okay, Mommy. It's okay, Mommy. It's okay." You were comforting me in the event that the thunder was frightening me. You are so precious.


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