This weekend we celebrated Sophie's 1st birthday. Grammie and Pop and the Khans (stayed with friends) were able to come down from Alabama to join us and it was so fun to have them around. I thought a few months ago it would be funny to have a "snow themed" party since we are living in Florida now. It's January and what else do you think of other than cold weather? (I also had some inspiration from a kids party book my father-in-law had given me.) I went to the Dollar Tree before Christmas and bought snowflakes to stick on the windows and foam ones to hang from the ceiling. I had these huge ideas of how to decorate the house, the cake, the goodie bags, games we could play, but I knew I was crazy for trying to tackle that for a child who won't even realize there is a party going on. So I simplified. We had a small party around lunch time on Saturday (still used the snow decorations I'd bought) and I didn't realize until the week of the party that all the little kids that were coming were boys. But that's what Sophie is used to being around, so it was quite fitting. Since I made Christopher's first birthday cake, I thought I'd do the same for Sophie. We made pizzas for lunch, had birthday cake (I forgot to serve the ice cream) and then opened presents. Christopher was really tired so he actually asked to go take his nap and crashed on our bed during lunch and missed most of the party! Sophie had so much fun eating cake and did a great job opening presents. She got some wonderful gifts, including clothes (for herself and one of her babydolls), books, a toy purse, new chair (used to help climb over the couch earlier in the week!) and get this.... nail polish!!! (Thanks Aunt Jenny and Uncle Trey!) We had a wonderful time with everyone and thank you to all who remembered her special day and called, emailed or sent cards. I'm working on getting other photos, ours didn't turn out as well. I'll post them as soon as I can get them.

Sophie's cakes were chocolate on the left and a yellow "smash" cake on the right. They were boxed cakes, but they were delicious, the icing was homemade. I'm not an icing girl, but this stuff was amazing! If you want a simple and yummy white icing recipe, let me know. I have always wanted to learn how to decorate cakes, so this was my first attempt at it. It was so easy! Of course I did probably the easiest decoration known to man, so there's nothing to brag about!


Sophie wearing her new tutu from her buddy William. It was so cute!! She loves wearing these. Hopefully we have a little ballerina in the making.

Sophie not liking her hat, but loving her icing. She really didn't care for the cake, until the chocolate one came out. She's a chocolate girl!! (Just like her mommy!)


Sophie and one of her biggest fans, "Uncle" Matt. Our kids love the Ramages!! (But who doesn't?)

William copying his daddy. Isn't he adorable? We love having him around to play with.

Crazy girl!

I don't know if I've talked about what a climber Sophie is or not, but she is insane! She makes you think she wants to sit in your lap, but really she wants to climb onto the side table or over the back of the couch onto the window ledge. She will climb up onto Christopher's PBK chair to get to the big chair to grab the tree and try to pull it over. The other day at the store I had her buckled in the front of the cart and this one had a strap between the legs that snapped to a strap on either side. She got out of it. She also was able to climb up on the chair outside that is used to get onto the trampoline. Now don't panic, she couldn't get onto the trampoline and the only reason she got onto the chair was b/c the legs are dug into the ground to prevent it from tipping over. Last Saturday night we were watching our friends' kids while they had a date night (we went the night before) and found Sophie on the top shelf of the little cabinet in the kitchen.



This morning I was doing the dishes and caught her and Christopher using her new chair (Land of Nod, I love it!!!) to climb over the side of the couch over and over again. (They didn't know I was taking their pic, they both just happened to turn around at the same time.)


Then this afternoon we were at Walmart and I strapped her into the seat, but she kept trying to turn around to see Christopher. I thought I'd try putting the two of them in the big area, but once we got to the food section she kept trying to open everything so she had to go back to her seat. We are almost done shopping and she's trying to turn around again and making some progress. She is now facing backwards, on her knees and suddenly flips over the back of the seat and is hanging upside down still strapped in, legs kicking in the air!!!!! A teenage girl came over to see if I needed some help b/c I was having a hard time unhooking Sophie, but was more mad than anything. How horrible of a mother must I have looked? Thankfully the girl's mother said her daughter was the same way when she was a child. I had to carry her the rest of the shopping trip, which wasn't easy b/c she didn't want to sit still. I finally had to put her back in the seat and pull the strap as tight as it would go. Next time I can't forget my cart cover. It's the only way to contain her. Tie he down in every direction.


Today Sophie turns one. I can't believe it's here! I'm a little different in that I get extremely excited when my child turns 1, instead of feeling sad and wondering where the time went. It is thrilling to me to watch them learn how to walk and talk and interact more with people around them. Is it sad that I've been looking forward to this day for about 11 months now? I love my daughter dearly, but our relationship didn't start out so smoothly.

It all started with the labor. It was loooooong, and paaaaaiiiinnnnnfffuuullllllllllll! But I can't even begin to describe the feeling I had when the doctor said, "It's a girl!" (We didn't find out early.) I thought my heart was going to burst! I had my boy, now I had my girl. I was so happy! I just wanted to stare at the beautiful being lying next to me.

I knew, after already having one child with colic, that week three was when reality set in. Nothing could have prepared me for what followed. She wasn't predictable with her cries, or were they simple. They were L-O-U-D (people would even comment on how loud, thanks!) and would last anywhere from 30 minutes to all day. Every day was different. I thank God that my husband was able to take time off from work to help out. I began to wonder where the sweet baby girl I had given birth to had gone.

We moved to FL when she was 4 months old and that was a welcome, but huge adjustment for our family. Brandon was back at work full time and thankfully she was a pretty good sleeper. She went through phases of waking up at night, just like any other child, but that finally past. She started to become happier and I saw the light at the end of the tunnel. Then she hit an attachment phase like I'd never seen. She wanted me all day, all the time. She had to be held and the only other person she'd go to was Brandon. I remember reading on another blog about a mom with a daughter a few months older than Sophie who went through this and how she didn't mind b/c she appreciated being the one her daughter longed for. It gave me a new perspective on our relationship. I loved being the person that could calm my daughter down (ok, so some days I didn't). Yeah, my arms were tired (she weighed over 20 lbs. at this point!) and my back hurt and my wrists would throb at night, but deep down I knew all that pain was going to be worth it.

Then, about a month and a half ago, my daughter changed. She was suddenly this happy and joyful child. She would laugh just to laugh and make funny truck noises while chasing her brother down the hall. She would clap or dance when we turned music on (she's always loved music - the one thing that would calm her down). She would wave to strangers and crawl over to people she recognized. She loves to try to put her big brother's boots on. And play with her little baby doll (Thanks Aunt Caroline!). She giggles when she sees her tutu, especially if her brother is wearing it. She squeezes her blanket to death and falls over on it when she finds it. She will climb on top of anything and everything. She is an absolute thrill to be around. She keeps us laughing, along with her brother, and we couldn't be more in love with her!

My dear Sophie, it's been a long, hard first year, but we've made it! Thank you for being my baby girl. You bring more happiness to our lives than we ever thought another child could bring us. We look forward to spending many, many more years with you and pray that God will guide us along the way.

HAPPY 1st BIRTHDAY, SWEET SOPHIE! WE LOVE YOU!!!!

thanks!

Thank you so much to those of you who gave me some lunch ideas. I feel like they should be downing fruits and veggies all the time and get that "Mom guilt" when I give them chips instead. Christopher won't touch fruit and only eats like 2 veggies. Sophie would eat grapes and bananas all day long if I'd let her! (Sometimes I do!) We did have quesadillas the other night and they liked them. I guess I should make them more often! Thanks again for your help!

Lunch ideas????

Does anyone have any good lunch ideas for kids? I'm running dry and need some help. Our days seem to consist of chicken nuggets, hot dogs, mac and cheese or a PBJ sandwich. Sophie still can't have peanut butter, so that's out and she doesn't like lunch meat. Other than that, she'll eat pretty much anything.Today we didn't make it to the store so they are having popcorn, don't worry, it's the 100 calorie kind. I know, it's not the best meal but we are out of everything (except chicken nuggets and she won't even eat them anymore). But she did have some grapes and wheat crackers. If any of you have some ideas, PLEASE let me know!

Finally over

It's been a long hard week here at the Hemphill household. Brandon was on call last Sunday so, he was home all day Monday. To be honest, I don't even remember what happened that day b/c it feels like 3 weeks ago! I think I ended up waking him so we could go grocery shopping, but he told me he wanted to go and I couldn't start dinner until we got back. (For those of you who don't know me very well, when I have it in my mind that something needs to be done, it has to be done right now. Not in 5 minutes, 3 hours or 2 days, NOW!) So I felt bad about waking him, but we desperately needed to go. This can be a good and bad thing, taking your husband grocery shopping, b/c you know where everything is, he doesn't as well. You have a system for attacking the store, his isn't as planned out. So when he asks what he can do to help all I want to say is, take the kids and I'll see you in 30 minutes. BUT we are there together, so I look at my list and give him 3 items that are in the cold section (thinking it's easy enough for both of us) and off he goes with a kid in tow. We get home, have dinner and honestly, the rest of the week is a complete blur. I don't even know how I remember that day! Maybe b/c it's the last time I feel like I saw my husband. Here is how the rest of the week went:

Tuesday - MOPS in the morning. Sophie falls asleep on the way home. I feed Christopher then put him down for a nap. I shut his door, Sophie wakes up. I play with Sophie, put her down for nap #2, then Christopher wakes up.

Wednesday - We run to Target in the morning. Sophie falls asleep on the way home. I feed Christopher then put him down for a nap. I shut his door, Sophie wakes up. I play with Sophie, put her down for nap #2, then Christopher wakes up. (Are you picking up on the pattern yet?)

Thursday - Christopher and I have a dentist appointment that morning. Sophie falls asleep on the way home. I feed Christopher then put him down for a nap. I shut his door, Sophie wakes up. I play with Sophie, put her down for nap #2, then Christopher wakes up. Sophie wakes up just in time for us to rush to the post office to mail birthday gifts.

Friday - Christopher has Mother's Day Out. Sophie falls asleep on the way home. She naps, I'm terribly upset to see that Ugly Betty didn't come on the night before. Now I have nothing to watch while I fold clothes.

The best part of the week was that Brandon and I got to go on a date Friday night. Our "new" best friends (we make new ones every 2 years when we have to move) here have kids that get along extremely well with our kids. We try to find a weekend once a month to have "date weekend" and take turns watching the kids so the other couple can go out to dinner. We got the first night and I thought we should go to Panera to have dinner and search online for where we'd like to go for our 5 year anniversary this summer. (We thought we'd like a cruise, but decided to use our season passes to Disney instead and go without the kids!) It was the most perfect night!!! Brandon and I were able to sit and talk about so much! I forgot just how much I really loved him and it made me miss him even more for being gone so much lately.

Saturday - Brandon is off to a yard sale he's working. (Raising money for medical trip to Peru in a few weeks.) The kids actually sleep until 7 and 7:45 (NEVER happens!!!). We have breakfast and then head over to yard sale. We stay longer than I thought we would and so we have to stop and get lunch on the way home. Christopher is screaming (can't catch his breathe crying, which he never does... just shows how tired he is) all the way to Chick-fil-A b/c he wants his Daddy and the only thing that makes him stop is telling him he can have his very own lunch and there might be a Franklin book inside. We get home, (not without another meltdown) the kids crash into bed and I take my first shower in 3 days. I'm not lying. I hasn't washed anything but my face in 3 days! I actually let the hot water run out. I'm exhausted and fall asleep in the bed with wet hair. I wake up at 4:00 and thank the Lord that my husband has picked up and been playing with the kids. I haven't seen the floor in our house in days. (mostly b/c of the tunnel that keeps getting pulled out, the only way I could get ready in the morning) The Newells drop their kids off at 5:45 and we play and have a blast until 7:45 when Chrisotpher has his 3rd meltdown of the day and we just put both of our kids to bed and play with the 2 still awake that aren't even ours. (But we'd claim them any day!)

Finally, Sunday - Brandon is on call (again!) and I'm am taking the kids to church even if we have to wear pajamas. I'm desperate for a break and some time with God. I drop Sophie off, she's crying and I just Chrisotpher to run b/c I know she'll stop any minute. I drop Christopher off and he could care less b/c he's found a box full of cars to play with. Church was just the break I needed and (here we go again...) Sophie falls asleep on the way home. Christopher plays in the back yard, I finally get to try my Christmas gift, Bissell Little Green cleaner, and then he comes in b/c he's tired and hungry. He can't decide whether to eat or sleep and thankfully our neighbors, and dear friends, the Ramages come walking up. William and Christopher take off playing. I have some adult convo with Matt and Tiffany and Sophie wakes up. After they leave (another meltdown by Christopher b/c he hit Tiffany in the face with a plastic sword and wouldn't apologize - I'm still embarrassed!!) I feed the kids, put Christopher down, play with Sophie and then she acts tired so I put her down again. I can't believe it. I'M ALONE!!!!! I watched Monk, Psych and started Wii Fit and then they woke up. I didn't care. We played on it together before heading up to see Brandon.

If you think that was a long one, just imagine how I feel. I do find peace in knowing that God never gives us more than we can handle, but like that saying goes, I wish He didn't think I could handle so much! As I look back I realize no matter how frustrated, exhausted, angry, mad, whatever I get, I am truly thankful for 2 very healthy children and a wonderful husband who loves us more than I even realize. I told Brandon at dinner the other night I wonder what our lives would be like if we didn't have kids yet, to which I immediately said, "Boring." He laughed and started naming all the things we could be doing, but we both know we wouldn't do any of those things. I told him I had no regrets and wouldn't change a thing. I AM exhausted and headed to bed to disappear into another book, but I want to end by saying, I love my life!

Sophie and I went to the commissary (on base grocery store for those unfamiliar with military, like I was until 6 months ago when we moved on base) to grab a few things and it took forever! Never go to there during lunch hour. I had to wait forever to check out of the quick, self-checkout lane. Thankfully I didn't have much to pick up b/c Sophie, our little climber figured out how to get out of the seat belt while it was still buckle between her legs and wanted to stand up the rest of the way. This was fine while we waited to check out, but once it was our turn it became a problem b/c I was at the back of the cart and she was at the front. The woman running this area even tried to come help, but Sophie yelled at her and scared her away. So, I just picked her up and set her in the big part of the grocery cart thinking she was trapped. I'm stupid b/c she immediately stood up, put one foot on the 12 pack of Cokes and threw the other leg over the side and started to climb out. Thankfully I caught her before her butt went too far over sending her straight to the floor, but this just made her mad. My older brother was known for being a daredevil climber at a very young age. I loved hearing the stories, thankful that my son didn't scare me like this, never thought my daughter would.


Before I end this second post of the day (I know, I can't believe it either) I have to share with you my ultimate deal of the week. Remember my post about all the baby and maternity items that I dropped off at the consignment store? Well, apparently some of them sold! I went by there to pick up some things that couldn't be sold, not knowing that I'd actually made some money and so I thought I'd look around a little. I had $18 and some change credit plus, everything was 40% off. I ended up having to pay $3.64 and here's what I got:



An apron for Christopher, a dress and skirt (pink and white stripe) for Sophie, What To Expect With a Toddler (had very detailed potty instructions) and a gift for my sister who's expecting her first in July. I was quite pleased!

Random...

Here are a few more photos from the week:

Nothing like a tutu and a truck! She still loves Christopher's trucks. I think it's cute!

Here they are having milk and goldfish for breakfast while watching Franklin. This is Chrisotpher's perfect way to spend the morning and I thought I'd see if Sophie could handle it, she did pretty good.
Now, on to some unfortunate news, we had to put Christopher back in diapers. He was refusing to go to the potty and it was becoming more of a struggle than anything. He had done so well when we started out a few months ago, but now he will not go #2 in the potty and has been going in his underwear every... single... day. Sometimes twice a day. I tried watching him when I knew he'd normally go and it happens so fast you can't stop it. Then this week he started wetting his pants more. After almost a month of this I was about to give up, then the other night, he went #2 in his pants again. Brandon was gone, so I had to try to keep Sophie out of the way while I cleaned this up. Not successful. Christopher falls over on top of Sophie getting poop on both of them. She starts crying and I feel like it too, but I'm more mad than anything. I finally get his pants of and realize he has pee-ed too! Now I'm really upset. I get them cleaned up and go to the kitchen to throw everything away. I turn around and see Christopher sitting on the floor laughing when I realize he just pee-ed on the floor!!!!! He has NEVER done this. I was furious!!! I almost called Brandon to come home, but it was all done by then so there was nothing he could do anyway. Brandon had told me the night before that he asked the pediatrician he was working with about what should be done and he suggested going back to diapers until he's ready. I'm totally cool with that. For clean up reasons only. Very sad b/c I thought we'd be saving some money. At first I was afraid I'd missed my window b/c he'd been doing so well, but I'm realizing that he was only going to get the candy. Once we quit doing the candy he quit going potty. Guess we'll be trying this again in a couple months. He's not quite 3 yet, so I guess it's ok. We have time. Now I'm definitely going to crack down on getting rid of the pacifier since we aren't dealing with potty training anymore. I've been wanting to get rid of it for over a year, but can't seem to get anyone else on board with me. But Brandon talked to Christopher the other night about turing 3 and not needing a pacifier then and I was jumping up and down inside. Maybe I can cross something of my milestone list soon. Wish me luck!!

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