Likes to wear her shoes on the wrong feet.
Calls ants “little fellas.”
Hugs me and cheers after I successfully use the toilet.
Must do a few jumps and twirls after putting on a dress or skirt.
Wakes up in the morning shouting “MA MAAAAA! COME GET ME. I READY.”
Twirls her hair in her little fingers as she drifts off to sleep.
Still has two tiny creases in her thighs … the last remnants of her baby rolls. Sigh.
Antagonizes her sister then cackles with glee when she gets a reaction.
Loves putting on her big-girl panties.
Poops in the potty. (Praise be.)
Sings the Frozen soundtrack to herself with her own special vocabulary.
Initiates “cheers” at the dinner table on a regular basis. Last night: “Cheers to everyone!”
Has two watering cans and a squirt bottle. Wants to water all the things all the time.
Blows me kisses from the crib as I back out of her room at night.
Introduced herself to a new friend at a birthday party by saying, “Hi! I beautiful.”
Can’t get enough bubbles.
Reaches for my ears most every morning and says, “Mommy I love your rings.”
Always wants her hair in a “Furpunzel” braid.
Is most ticklish under her chin.
Rides her tricycle super fast, squealing round and round the cul-de-sac like a little maniac.
Loves to do puzzles on my Kindle. Asks for the Kindle ALL. THE. TIME.
Puts on multiple layers of dress-up clothes (including “fancy shoes”) and parades around the house.
Is pure sunshine.
Happy Birthday Number Three, sweet Soph.
You are my heart.
>>first and last photos by the amazing Ann<<