“The Beginning” post of my blogging endeavor is just that….the beginning…the start of my “life” as a blogger. I’ve always had this notion that someone, somewhere, should come into our lives and document the life of our two year old daughter, Sophie. Kind of like “Jon & Kate Plus 8” minus the multiple multiples and slacker husband, although my husband could be cast into that category of husbands, but I’m not here to complain about him. Since that’s not going to happen and I would prefer to not have to deal with the issues that would arise out of having a nationally televised show, I’ll just share with a few, if any, people what it is that makes our little Sophie so….Sophie. I should also state that we have another little girl, Addison, who is equally as adorable, but she’s six months old and, while she does super cute things on a daily basis, is pretty much the same as your normal six month old…perhaps a little chubbier :o)
Sophie, an active toddler at two years old, is in a class all her own. She’s beautiful, vibrant, spunky, intelligent, polite, humorous, compassionate, stubborn, inquisitive, and the list goes on. I know that parents tend to over-gush when it comes to their children, but can you blame us? And really, to meet my daughter is to instantly love her. She can sing her ABC’s, count to 20 in English and 10 in Spanish (her father is Mexican), sing pretty much any nursery rhyme you throw her way (as well as multiple Nick Jr. theme songs), etc. She’ll approach people and ask, “What’s your name?” They’ll respond and ask, “What’s yours?” To which she replies, “I’m Sophie Carrasco.” If she hears someone crying while we’re out in public she’ll say, “She’s/he’s crying! Awww, what happened, Mommy?” She’s always trying to comfort her little sister when she cries, “It’s OK, baby Addison. It’s alright.” My husband and I got into an argument the other day and she proceeded to scold us from the backseat of our minivan! “Hey guys! Stop that! You have to use your quiet voice or no talking. Got it?” Yes ma’am!
There’re so many facets to this little person who never ceases to surprise or amaze me on a daily basis. Now, I want to keep this initial post fairly short and once you get to know me you may start to recognize that I tend to ramble. So for now, I’ll leave you with a little tidbit of helpful information that I just realized myself over the past weekend: some of the pants/ jeans that are made for toddlers have built in elasticity! I have several pairs of jeans for my daughter that are always hangin’ off her booty showing her Pampers Cruisers as though they’re Joe Boxers and she’s a “homegirl.” I’ve tried to find belts that will fit her tiny little waiste to no avail. Over the weekend, however, I was folding some laundry and noticed a little button on the inside of a pair of her jeans and realized that there was a strip of elastic sewn into the pants with belt-like notches in it, so you could pull the elastic strip and hold it tightly in place with the button creating an elastic waisteband! I got so excited I quickly checked her other pairs of jeans and they ALL have it!! All jeans were purchased at places like Target, JC Penney, and Old Navy. I’m sure it’s the brand of the jean and not necessarily the company purchased from, but anyway….Genius! I’m probably late to figuring this out, but hey, I was excited!
Thanks for reading. I look forward to sharing more with you about my learning experiences as a parent as well as the many faces of Sophie.
Take care!
Last night as we were making our way home from my in-laws, Sophie said to me, “Mommy, I can’t see the moon!” She actually has a habit of looking for the moon (and coyotes) when we’re driving at night, so the statement didn’t come as a surprise to me. I replied to her, “I know, honey, I don’t see the moon either.” Then she says, “Where is the moon?” I told her, “Well, sometimes the moon hides behind the clouds at night and then you can’t see it.” On this particular night, there happened to be not a cloud in the sky, so obviously I was just making up something to tell her that would make sense to her as to why she couldn’t see the moon. So of course I told her the first thing that came to my mind that I thought she might actually understand. Much to my surprise, my 2 1/2 (almost) year old daughter is much more perceptive than I had thought and she responded to my statement with, “But Mommy, I don’t see any clouds in the sky.” 
The Many Faces of Sophie 
