Well, she’s all you’d ever want, she’s the kind I like to flaunt and take to playdates
But she always knows her place
She’s got long legs and a cute face –she’s a winner
She’s a Sophie
Oh, whoa, whoa, she’s a Sophie
Have you ever met a kid that doesn’t like Sophie?!?! This little rubber giraffe rings in at a whopping $18. EIGHTEEN DOLLARS! And what’s crazy is that you’ll struggle to find a household that isn’t home to one of these long legged ladies. We have received four so far as gifts. Four people spent $18 on a rubber giraffe for Toby! Now I know many moms will tell you that every penny is worth the enjoyment their little one gets out of sucking, squeezing, and nibbling on Sophie. But not my Toby. Toby wants nothing to do with her. He’ll turn and look when he hears her squeak and even grab for her from time to time, but boy o boy, if you try to put her in his mouth, or better yet, if he helps her find her own way there, he opens wide, takes one lick and scrunches his face in disgust. My kid is a true anomaly.
Toby is 5 months old now. Actually, he’s 5 months and 6 days! For those of you who have kiddos of your own – do you remember back when you were early in your pregnancy and you counted, savored, and emphasized how many days in between each week that you were pregnant? Only for one day was I 8 weeks pregnant. The very next day I was very much beyond 8 weeks. I was 8 weeks, 1 day. Then 8 weeks, 2 days. And 8 weeks, 3 days. When I got to 8 weeks, 6 days, my body was itching with excitement and anticipation of that 9 week mark. It’s kind of funny to think about it now, but Im sure it’ll be the same way next time. Infertility and the uphill battle to obtain and maintain pregnancy leaves one desperate to count even the slightest of milestones.
Speaking of milestones, Toby is growing bigger and more able each and every day. He’s rolling all over the place and twirling 360 degrees on his belly with ease. He’s sitting up for brief periods – many long seconds – on his own. He’s twisting around to catch a glimpse of what he knows is behind him and out of sight. He’s giggling when mom or dad comes up with something uproariously funny. Yea, we definitely have to work for those laughs. His pediatrician insists his flawed sense of humor is because he’s half British. And well, we know those Brits, my husband included, sometimes just dont get our awesome American jokes! 🙂
Toby is about to take his first plane ride next week, his first road trip, and spend his first nights away from home. He’s going to meet new friends, Tommy, Sophie, and Jack, each of who’s parents mean the world to his daddy and me. He’s going to see his uncle and aunt…and try to convince them to make him a cousin by showing them his heart melting grin and showering them with sweet baby kisses….And he’s going to meet his great grandma, a special moment I can only hope she’ll let me catch on camera.
We celebrated Father’s Day this past weekend and while it is undeniably a Hallmark holiday, it is one I’ve been waiting for for months. My hubby has been the most loving, adoring, and wonderful father and he deserved to be celebrated. And that’s exactly what we did.