She adores her Daddy and brother and hates our dog. She likes me when Daddy isn't around, when I'm only at this computer (not the laptop), gets hurt, is hungry/thirsty or as soon as Christopher wakes up. She will eat anything and everything, food or not. The highlight of her day is when her Daddy walks through the door and she can run screaming at the top of her lungs to him and jump in his arms. She loves to take his boots off. She wants to do everything by herself. There's nothing she cannot try. She loves to sing. She loves chocolate, well any sweets actually. She likes her baby dolls with no clothes. She loves butterflies. She hates anything in her hair. She hates her white keds and prefers her pink shoes. She loves Dora. She loves to play Zingo and would carry it around all day if I didn't hide it. She loves to ride bikes and thinks she can keep up with Christopher (why we got the gift we did). She loves to hold any real baby she can. She loves to wear jeans and her new belt. She's recently enjoyed putting her dolls in time out and telling them "No baby!" (Great reflection on me there!) She found nail polish at the store, pick it up and yelled, "Toes! Home, toes Mommy!"


My hope and prayer for her is that she grows up to remain just as stubborn and hard headed and determined and passionate as she is now. That she will put all of that energy towards loving and serving the God that created her. I hope that she never lets anyone walk over her, but leads those around her in the right direction. I pray that when she grows up, she finds a godly man who can keep up with her and love everything about her. I pray that she and her brother remain the closest of friends throughout their whole lives. I pray that I get to watch it all happen because I have a feeling it's going to be really special and very entertaining!

(Some pics of Sophie from the most recent to the day after she was born.)