Here for example, she sports a lovely “I love my Auntie Stacy” onesie. And anyone who knows Auntie Stacy knows that fashion is important! Notice that Soph paired the trendy onesie with comfortable yet fashionable pink pants as well as her favorite accessory, her oversize stuffed dog.
Soph seems to be a little bit bored by her “I love my Uncle Dan” onesie. Perhaps the idea of him spending a long day just driving around in his Hummer tired her out. Maybe he should sell that Hummer . . .
As for the day Soph wore her “I love my Uncle David” onesie, she seemed quite peaceful and relaxed – Dave seems to have that similar cute smile. Maybe she was dreaming of a round of 18 holes out on the course, most likely the same dream her Uncle David often has!
The day she donned the “I love Remmy” onesie in honor of Dan’s dog, well . . . she was a little pistol! As sassy, feisty and rambunctious as ever!
I think this photo speaks for itself.
Ok, just kidding! And in all fairness to Bosch, Sophie really did look like this before breaking out into the howl seen above!
The newest member of the Crawford family is actually NOT Sophie, but Lexi – David and Stacy’s new puppy! Soph and Lexi already seem to have something in common as neither looks too happy at bathtime!
As Lexi came post-Sophie, there is no onesie in her honor, however, not even the littlest family member is left out!
Pablo and I comment to each other daily how much our lives have changed since Sophie came along and how very much we have learned and keep learning every day! This parenting thing is a trip! What makes me laugh is that just when we think we might be getting the hang of things, something happens to remind us that we are merely amateurs! No matter how much we read or research or learn from friends, there always seems to be just as much that we are completely shocked by!
So, as today is partially dedicated to the canines in our lives, I’ve got one of our parenting experiences to share with those of you who have strong stomachs!
As our kitchen floor is being tiled and all our cabinets are displaced right now, Sophie’s normal bath in the kitchen sink wasn’t going to happen! So I decided to put her little bathtub on her bedroom floor which had seemed to work perfectly the night before. We splashed and sang, and had I been a little smarter, I probably would have guessed that the trumpet sounds and gas bubbles coming from her little behind in the water would eventually result in something more concrete, but no . . . I just kept on splashing and singing until I was greeted by a few unwelcome floaters in the bathwater! Now this did not shock me as my friend Jill had already shared her bathtime floater experience with her daughter Cameron. So while I wasn’t pleased, I was prepared. I lifted Sophie from the bathwater and took her into the bathroom to rinse her off (quite proud of my calm manner despite the floating poop), wrapped her in a towel and headed back to her bedroom. See now, that was what I am talking about when I say “Just when I think I’m getting the hang of things . . .” and this is what I am talking about when I say “something happens to remind us we are amateurs” – I walk through the bedroom door and find my dog Camila quite contently lapping away at the bath water and its contents! In my shock and pure grossed-outness, I spazzed at her giving not only the poor dog a heart attack in the middle of her meal but also causing my freshly bathed and relaxed daughter to break into tears.
Ugh . . . Just when I think I’m getting the hang of things my dog eats my daughter’s poopy bath water.
No comments:
Post a Comment