You call your daddy “Anthony Daddy”. So weird and makes it sound like you have more than one daddy. And you like to choose your clothes. Dresses preferred. The fancier, the better.

Those black patent leather shoes did not come off the whole day. You even wore them during nap. Jewelry falls in the more the better category. You are so honest about what you do. I love it. (Today you came and told me you hit Emma on the head. At least you were honest. We’ll keep working on your manners and behavior.) Potty training is coming along, though there are still accidents. I truly believe when you have an accident it is for one of two reasons: you are too busy to stop to go or you are feeling frustrated by sharing our attention. Lately, more than ever before in these past twelve months, I feel like you are missing our sole, undivided attention. Fortunately, there are moments like this that make me know we haven’t really ruined your life.

You asked to hold her each and every time. And a few more of Sophie style (did I mention you can go from fully dressed to completely naked before I realize you aren’t standing next to me.)

When you wake up before six and would really like to be grouchy that your day is just not going your way, you head into town for a walk and breakfast. Walks and outside are a couple of Sophia’s love languages so it ended up being a perfect excursion for the four of us.

Sophie’s daddy was stuck at work all weekend long. Total bummer. We did get to see her uncles and grandpas, though. These are my favorite shots. I know both girls are in them, but I just love the way Sophia looks.

She is a balance of so frustrating and so impossibly sweet all wrapped up into her teeny, little, growing body. She looks like a little girl but I have to constantly remind myself (and her daddy) that she is two. She is still learning. We are all so crazy about you, Sophie Grace!

This girl. She loves to dress like a princess. Her idea of beautiful is so creative.

Doesn’t she look so little? Clearly she is on track to be the weird kid whose underwear are always sticking out of their pants.

She has been finding random clothes to dress up in. She wore my prom dress (yep! Still have it!) and my nightgown (which makes me sound like her grandma- sorry mom but you are her grandma and you do love a good nightgown) before this dress.

She isn’t still often. When she is, she surprises me.

She likes to read. She has started to read the stories she knows aloud. I love listening when she thinks no one is. So sweet. I love when she reads “Click, Clack, Moo.”

I never see her sit as still as when she gets her toes done. This was from before church last Sunday. She, no lie, does not move while I paint her tiny toenails. Then she waves them dry. Oh, I love her!