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Conversation on the way to daycare today:

Me: Are you ok Sonja? You’re really quiet this morning.

Sonja: Yeah. I’m ok. I’m practicing being quiet for a school



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We had a day of firsts yesterday. We dropped Sonja off for a birthday party with people we don’t know all that well. Don’t worry, she was perfectly safe. But every other birthday party we have attended as a family. She had a fabulous time and Kev, Camille, and I went out for a nice dinner. I’m calling it date night because baby Camille slept through the whole thing!

Sonja also had her first taste of pop at the birthday party. She had Sprite and it’s her new favorite thing. She brought her cup home with her in the car. She was sucking down the remaining soda when she stopped and announced to us, “This makes me not want to sleep!”

Thank goodness no one gave her a real Coke!


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I took Sonja to dance class the other night. I had to take baby Camille with me as well since Kevin had to be at church. We rush to get to dance on time and actually make it. The baby was fussy so I took her out the car seat to finish the bottle we started at home. Turns out she had massive poop explosion. I would have been fussy too! So I go into the restroom and change a diaper on the floor in the stall. I also manage to drop my glass baby bottle on the tile and it shatters everywhere. Luckily it landed away from the baby and me. So I finish the diaper situation and then I clean up the milk and glass with a burp cloth and a blanket I had with me. Finally I told a person at the front desk they probably need to sweep the bathroom really well.

Ugh, I so wanted to cry. But I didn’t everything was fine in the end.

I told Sonja this whole story in the car on the way home and she said, “Mommy, you really should have brought one of your plastic bottles.”

Thanks Sonja.


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I am now 4 days overdue with baby number 2. Sonja and I went for a walk last night. Walking is hard at this point but everyone says walking could induce labor so I’m trying to walk a little each day. As we walked Sonja wanted to go farther and farther. I told her that we couldn’t go that far because I didn’t really want to get too far from home and have a baby in someone’s yard. To which she said, “Yeah, you don’t want to have a baby out here with all the forest and the bugs.”

Ok, Sonja… we were in the middle of town!

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Sonja and I were standing in the entryway of our kitchen the other day and as I unlocked the door to leave for daycare Sonja said, “Watch this Mama!” She stood on her tippy toes to turn on the entryway’s overhead light. Once it clicked on she said, “See? NOW WE’RE IN MEXICO!!!!”

I don’t know where she comes up with the stuff…

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As everyone knows the last week has been crazy hot. My giant pregnant self hasn’t been outdoors in about 2 weeks except to go to the pool. So on one particularly hot night I said the following to Kevin:

Me to Kevin: I would give just about anything to have a Vodka Lemonade right now.

Sonja: But mommy we don’t have any lemonade?!?!

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Sonja is going to “Grandma Camp” at Kevin’s parent’s house. This morning I said, “Sonja, if you feel homesick, just tell Grandma you want to call your dad or me. I’m sure she will let you.” And then she screamed at me, “I AM NOT GOING TO BE SICK!” Then I tried to explain what homesick meant and thought better of it. I don’t need to put that idea in her head. I just want her to be happy and have fun.

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Sonja sleeps with about 20 stuffed animals. I try to limit the quantity but she gets out of bed after I leave the room and adds more. Currently she’s also sleeping with a shoe box. She puts her penguin to bed (the shoe box) then she covers up the box with a blanket and snuggles the whole package. So strange.

This morning she said, “Mommy, why don’t you sleep with animals?” And I said, “Well I slept with my one bear until I married your daddy.” This seemed to satisfy her and she said, “OK, he’s your animal.”

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We went to Tulsa, OK for a wedding this weekend. That’s largely why I’ve been away from the internets for a week. I was preparing for the trip and then I was on the trip and now I’m back at work and doing 700 loads of laundry at home. The blogging fell to the wayside.

All that time in the car left me with two “Sonja Says” gems though. Here’s the first:

Sonja likes to point out the ratio of boys to girls wherever we are. She especially likes that there are 3 girls (Sonja, the cat, and me are all female) and only 1 boy (DADDY!). So we’re driving along and have this exchange:

Sonja: There are 2 girls and 1 daddy in this car.

Me: And he’s a pretty good daddy to put up with all of us girls!

Sonja: He IS a good daddy! Except sometimes when he is mad he says “goddamnit!”

At that point I lost it and couldn’t even breathe while Kevin commenced a lecture on why we shouldn’t say “goddamnit!” because it’s a naughty word. And he is sorry he says that sometimes.


Sonja Says number two went something like this:

Kevin and I failed to take a correct exit once we got to Tulsa. Despite being two relatively intelligent people and having 3 GPS devices in the car we still took a wrong turn. And of course the wrong exit took us 20 miles out of our way on a toll road that we also did not have any change to pay for at an exit without an attendant. Sorry, State of Oklahoma. Send us a ticket. We tried to do the right thing by calling the world’s most confusing 1-800 number to get it worked out. So Kevin is just super angry at me and I’m angry at him and we’ve settled into an angry silence when Sonja pipes up from the backseat where’s she clutching Bobby the Monkey and her Baby Princess Aurora doll to her chest, “When daddy yells it makes my babies sad.”

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I put a package of chicken in the crock pot yesterday while we were gone and when I got home I shredded it for sandwiches for dinner. I was using the giant meat fork thingamajig that came with my knife set and a regular old fork. Sonja was perched on the counter watching me and begging to help with the shredding. I told her no because the one fork is gigantic and I didn’t want her to hurt herself. To which she replied, “But mommy! I’m really good at stabbing things!”