"We're home!" I holler as we pull into the garage, and Sophia claps and claps. Even for a 17 month old... no matter how fun the weekend was, it's always good to be home. So here are some moments at Nana and Papa's: Ian, Tere, and 4 month old Cannon, backyard fun, more fairy wings because I love fuchsia (and spell checked it this time), play time at a park in Coronado (because the beach was WAY too cold), and Papa and Sophia BOTH wearing Sophia's jammies... sort of. (Picture arrangement as good as it's gonna get.)
Ross get's home tonight in about an hour. (Yay!) I can't wait for him to see how cool Sophia is in the morning. I swear she's gotten cuter AND smarter in the last five days. Tonight while I was cleaning up her dinner, I casually asked her if she wanted to take a bath... she disappeared and when I went to find her, she was standing next to the bath tub waiting. Simple I know-- genius to me. :) Obviously we use the word "bath" a lot but I guess since we usually scoop her food-coated body out of her high chair after dinner and drop it right into the bath, she never has a chance to show us that she knows what it means... It was a moment for me.