It’s hard to believe it has been nine years since our family became three beautiful little girls. Sophie can’t possibly be nine. She agreed to be my baby forever. We are going to be old when she graduates from college, we tell her all the time that it will be a smooth transition, one day she will live with us and the next us with her.
Sophie was our easiest baby. Not because she was easy but because we had finally figured out what we were doing. Or we were too busy to care. Regardless, from day one Sophie was on the go with us. Which is kind of funny because she would prefer to be at home over anywhere else. She is quite content hanging out with dad on a quiet Sunday afternoon. I guess we wore her out early on.
Sophie is a happy kid. She expresses herself by singing and dancing. People often ask “where does Sophie dance”. I try to explain that she is in a home school program for dance. Ok, YouTube taught her. Mother of the year I have never claimed to be. I signed her up for hip hop once, she quit. She didn’t like “doing” the choreography of other people. She looks pretty good to me. I guess that is because the rest of us really suck at dancing.
She drives Sarah and Grace nuts. They can’t hear Full House over her singing. They can’t see it either because she is dancing in front of the TV. It all annoys me because they are in MY family room and not THEIR playroom. Truth be told, I don’t want to see Full House – it is a painful reminder as to how badly I dressed in the early 90’s. If only I had a spiral perm for every time I hear “MOM, MAKE SOPHIE STOP”…For a while I took Sophie’s side – how do you tell someone they are too freaking happy and that all of their singing and dancing and joyous crap is annoying?
The other day I was sitting at my desk doing some work. Soph was behind me, doing one of her many interpretive (ok performance art) dances. Suddenly, out of no where, she kicked me upside the head. I couldn’t help myself, I told her to stop dancing. I thought that would slow her down. It didn’t.
The very next day she kicked the crap out of the coffee table. Bruised her foot really good. Like all good parents, we took her hiking. We had planned a nice birthday celebration for her, complete with a hike and a trip to our local winery. (Everyone hosts their kids 9th birthday at a winery right?). Surely this would slow her down?
She tried to swim the next day. Not because she wanted to but because it was her birthday. Tradition with our club is that birthdays are celebrated with Donuts, and the birthday kid gets thrown in the pool by the coach. The pain was an easy sacrifice. She made it 59 minutes out of a 90 minute practice. When she got out her entire foot was bruised and swollen twice its normal size. That slowed her down.
An X-Ray the next day revealed two of the tiny bones in her foot were broken. The Dr felt that once the swelling went down she would be able to get back in the water. That slowed her down even more.
The next day after school she was doing cartwheels. She went to swim that evening. I want to be nine again. At least I can still do a cartwheel. Happy birthday Sophie. Never stop being happy. Just don’t kick me in the head.