More Sophie

Comparing Sam and Sophie at 11 weeks.  Me and Sam on top; Ben and Sophie on the bottom.

Comparing Sam and Sophie at 11 weeks. Me and Sam on top; Ben and Sophie on the bottom.

When I really compare pictures of Sam and Sophie at the same age… I don’t see a lot of similarities.  Definitely some in the eyes and brow, but most of the similarities are in the basic fact that they are both light-skinned babies with blue eyes.

Sophie Sophie Sophie. Sorry -- I go a little crazy with the Picasa collages, just because I can't seem to pick just one picture to post.

Sophie Sophie Sophie. Sorry — I go a little crazy with the Picasa collages, just because I can’t seem to pick just one picture to post.

Belly Laughs

I have many pictures to post, of course, and will start with these.  (I also have many house-related posts to write up, but, ehhhh… can’t quite do it these days.)

She's a doll.

She’s a doll.

Ben was making her laugh.

Ben was making her laugh.

Serious, serious belly laughs.

Serious, serious belly laughs.

Sophie's Amma crocheted the dress.

Sophie’s Amma crocheted the dress.

Super big belly laughs.

Super big belly laughs.

Cuteness.

Cuteness.

Taking it all in.

Taking it all in.

Sophie Smiles (and Sam too)

As three-year-olds can be, he’s quite demanding. “I want to hold Sophie!” “Take a picture!” “OK, done!” We’re always at the ready to take her back. When he’s done, he’s done.

This was a complete photobomb. He’s getting good at it.
I don’t know how to stop taking pictures.
Big smiles these days.
And so pretty.
I tried to only post a couple pictures.
You realize she’s looking at the camera and not me, right?
Cuteness.
She’s a very happy and content baby.

Beautiful Things: Sophie Jane

Sophie Jane

Small Improvements

I haven’t written much, though I want to. I have ideas, topics I want to share — the paint colors, a kitchen tour, the playroom.  The least I could do is show you the boys’ rooms someday.

But all we’ve done is make small improvements — a new bathroom faucet, some wall repair, small talk of a painting party so we can get the major painting completed (the walls, if not the trim) — and I haven’t stolen the time to tend to my blog.

Many, many apologies.

I am working a 3/4 day “from home” with a cold, sitting in front of this stove, hoping it will burn the bugs out of my head.  Basketball season is over, baseball (and t-ball for little people!) starts soon. We have more cleats to buy, rain to wish away, and schedules to juggle.  I got an exploratory quote for new windows throughout the house, took detailed measurements of our bathroom for fixture-ordering, and filed taxes.  I have a hundred photos on my camera to share, but the last thing I want to do is venture to my cold office to find the USB cord.

So I will share one picture. I couldn’t bother with the scanner (also in my cold office), so I emailed this from my cell phone.  This could be the most unexpected, inconceivable conception to-date.  Here’s the project that’s been consuming me lately (please send food):