Chatting with Sophia

Sophia watchin' Daddy cleaning up the yard.

The minute we get home, things do not slow down. The evenings are filled with juggling who is doing the playing, reading, dinner for Sophia, bath time, brushing ten little teeth, saying prayers and putting Sophia to bed, all before making dinner for Matthew and I, doing dishes, folding laundry and hitting the gym. All to wake up, go to work, and do it all over again the next day.

As exhausting as it is, and as hard as it is to not sit down or even rest until we're laying in bed at night, every second that we are moving around and running around, Sophia is learning. And she's learning at such an amazing rate, that sometimes it really scares us. Sophia is picking up so much from her environments and she is just chattering away.

When we went to her one year wellness check up, I don't think her doctor quite believed us when we told him all about her talking. (Kinda the way he doubted that she was really walking, all by herself at her 9 month appointment.) She literally chitter chatters all evening. She tells us "please" and "thank you" she will let us know that she is "all done," or that she wants "up." When she's playing with Bandit, she's nick-named him "Bubbas," and she's recently begun finding her Tickle Me "Elmo" (and not being so scared of him anymore!). When she's eating lunch, if we ask about string cheese, she'll tell us "stree chee" and she's mastered the cell phone already; She'll pick it up and answer it "hiiiii." And when it's time for us to go, or for someone to leave, she waves and says in the sweetest voice ever, "buuuu bye" She knows that Bandit is a "doooog" and that he says "wow wow" when he barks (for bow wow!). When she drops things, she'll tell us, "oh no" or "uh oh." And recently, we've heard "baaa tiiii" at bath time, and she's also been telling us "Nigh Nigh" when we lay her down for prayers and bedtime.

It's just amazing to us, the way her brain works, and how we can literally watch her brain working before us. There are times where the chitter chatter slows down, and she simply takes in everything that is happening. She's like a hawk sometimes the way she watches us! It makes getting away with things that we don't want her to mimic almost impossible!

I think that the kitchen is the most complicated of spaces! Dinner has to be made, but Sophia just doesn't understand why I can touch the stove, and open the oven and she can not. It's hard to explain to a tiny tot what dangerous means or what could happen with very much understanding. The dishwasher is also a danger zone. I think parents could be some of the most influential people when it comes to the design of household items. If I were to design a dishwasher, I'd move the silverware rack to the top. How? I don't know, but I'm pretty sure that I'd be able to get more dishes done while our tot was running around if I didn't have to worry about her grabbing a steak knife every second.

She really is the sweetest girl, and we know she is just exploring her surroundings and that is how she is learning. We know that most of the things she gets into are not intentional, and that she is just curious, but she certainly keeps us on our toes.

Lately it's been so cute to watch her little personality come out more and more. She knows when she's being mischievous, and she laughs and runs from us. She knows when we get home from work that it's all play time, and we get down on the floor and have tickle-wars! Her giggle will completely erase any of the stress left from the work day. She knows when we're going on a bike ride, a new adventure that she LOVES. And she's making choices about foods that she wants to eat and foods she does not. When she does not want something, I think the whole neighborhood knows it, as she says "No. No way" firmer than anyone I've ever seen.

Not only is her vocabulary expanding at a rapid rate, it's been amazing to watch her actions and she shows that she knows what we are saying. About a month ago, we were watching Sesame Street in the morning, and as she lay there watching, one of the characters (Snuffy) was allergic to Big Bird. He kept sneezing and sneezing. Next thing I know, Sophia sits up and says "chooo." Or earlier this week when we were playing after dinner. It was getting later, and I said to Matthew, "I think it's getting close to bath time." Sophia stood up, walked down the hallway, and went straight to the bathroom door, and began hitting hit, "baaa tiiii." So amazing.

It just melts our hearts every time she utters one of these things, and completely astonishes us as well. How is it possible that this teeny-tiny little girl is ours? How is it possible that she is picking up so much and then repeating it?! We truly are blessed to be given such a little miracle.

I've been getting back into my country phase of music, as I tend to do as summer nears, and I have fallen absolutely in love with this song by Lady Antebellum. (CLICK HERE!) As daunting and sad as the video is, I feel like we can all get in "that place" when we just live from day to day. There are days when I feel like I am just going through the motions with school, but the minute I lay my eyes on Sophia, I feel like the end of this video. I feel like I am awakened to the reality of my life. The reality that there is so much more to live for. Especially when I hear that little voice utter "hiiiiiii" and giggle. It's all a gift, given to us to live the best we can. And now that we have a little "mini-me" running around and repeating what we say, and mimicking what we do, it's more important than ever to live this life setting the best example we can.

She's driving already!!?

Smiling girl

(I was having a rough day at school and this picture was sent to me on my phone from daycare at just the right second! LOVE surprises like that!)

My heart melts every time I see this picture. She LOVES books, but there's something about this little cuddle-bug walking up to us with a book and asking "up?" to read it in our laps...
The two loves of my life. My Matthew & My Sophia-girl.

Sorting through her train blocks.

Sophia's 1 year pictures are in!!!

Check them out! I love how these seemed to really capture her this time! So many of her pics make us smile!

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And....we're back

Jury Duty has finally come to an end.



I know that I've always been intrigued by the process of a court room and the job of being on a jury. My dad has managed to receive more jury summons than I can count, and I on the other hand, had only received one before this. One that I managed to get my way out of when I was in my student teaching program.



With so many shows like CSI and Law & Order, our society has been extremely misled on the types of evidence that are actually used in court cases, and the availability of evidence. In fact, our society has become so reliant on an "instant fix" that sometimes the common sense in us is gone.



Back on Jan. 25th I was summoned to the court house. Along with 125 other people, I checked in, and took my seat in the courtroom. The judge came in and told us that we would all be considered for a criminal case. He mentioned the job of the jurors, the responsibility that they would hold, and the curiosity he holds in the whole process of being a juror, since he's never been able to be a part of one. While listening to all of this, I had managed to find my way next to 2 other school teachers, a preschool teacher, and the father of one of my co-workers. Small town. So we listened, and made small talk when we could. The judge then asked if there were any people who would be placed into an IMPOSSIBLE situation if theY were picked for the jury. As one would guess, about 1/3 of the group raised their hands. The teachers and I all looked at each other, knowing that while it would be the biggest pain in the rear to have to come up with sub plans, it was definitely not IMPOSSIBLE. ugh. The judge then dismissed the rest of us, and told those who had impossible situations, that the attorneys would spend that day interviewing them to decide how impossible their situation really was. At that point I had a feeling I was on my way down a long road, that these attorneys were going to be picky and they meant business.



So, day 2; Again, those of us who were left, appeared back at the courthouse. This time we were brought into a smaller room, still, there were barely enough seats to hold all of us. The judge appeared, the attorneys appeared, and the defendant appeared. The court room got silent as we waited for the judge to talk. He read the charges; Murder, Attempted Murder and Furtherance of a gang. Feel the deep pit in your stomach? That's what I felt; Times 1 million. The judge clearly described the charges, what that meant for the defendant, and what the job of the jurors would entail. He then told us all to expect the process to take up to February 10th. Mind you, we were sitting there on Jan. 26th. A long process.



So the court reporter called out 12 names to fill the jurors box. 12 people went into the seats and the questioning began. I will admit, if I had been part of this 1st group of people my knees would have been shaking. It was nice at this point, to be sitting in the audience listening to all of the questions that the attorney's were asking, thinking about how intimidating it is that the defendant is actually sitting in the courtroom and watching the whole process take place, and thinking about how I would answer each one IF I were called up. And on day 3, I was. :( At this point there were 12 people in the jury box, and they called 5 of us, I knew that they were just looking for their alternate, so I was not concerned in the least. And then it happened...one of the attorneys dismissed one of the jurors and I was next in line. So as my luck would have it, I was put in juror seat #7. And I was never dismissed. When the judge made is announcement, "All right Ladies & Gentlemen, you are our official jury." I just about wanted to melt right there. Seriously? Why can't I have this kind of luck when it comes to winning the lottery or something???! Honestly.

So for the next week and a half, we listened, and listened and listened as witness after witness was called to the stand. Let me tell you, the word "witness" has an extremely misleading title. I have ALWAYS thought that a witness was someone who saw what happened. Well, not the case. A witness is just someone who has some information. Some of the witnesses were helpful in giving information about the case, while others were no more than a big waste of time. Now let me tell you, this is where the case became extremely difficult. Most of the people who were called to offer up some information were less than "classy," if you know what I mean. Remember that we were dealing with gang members and their friends...So it was really hard to decide what information I was going to consider credible, when the witnesses were testifying about knowing the defendant from doing drugs together, or being locked up together. It was tough. I'm not saying that I didn't believe anything they were saying, but believing that while they were using drugs, 7 years ago, they could clearly remember conversations that happened, I found hard to believe. I mean, think back to where you were 7 years ago today...can you remember what you were doing? What exact words were used in a specific conversation? Who was in the room with you? What people were wearing? Where you went? What car you were in? Which streets you drove down at a specific time??? I know I can't...and I was SOBER!!!

Needless to say, the deliberations took a whole week themselves. We talked and talked and talked and talked. All to end up at a hung jury. I will admit that I was a little bit disappointed that we could not come to a decision together...BUT I also felt a huge relief. The entire trial we were all worried about the gang life, and if it would become a problem for us as a jury. I know that sounds like we were living in paranoia...but when both sides of the gangs are sitting in the court room, looking at the jury panel, watching opposing members or former gang members testify, you know they are watching out for something. And though it did NOT affect my vote in the deliberations, I will admit that I was more than concerned about retaliations that may have come our way.

So, just like that, it was over. We were allowed to talk with both attorneys after the trial, which did offer some closure. But I can tell you that the relief I felt walking out of there was huge. I have NEVER been so excited to return to work before. I just wanted to be back in my safe little bubble. The safety of my home, the safety of my school, and be surrounded by all of the innocence in a 1st grade classroom. It kills me to think that all of the people we heard from were 1st graders at some point in their lives, they were all someone's child. If anything, this has helped me remember that while I have been blessed to come from a loving family, not all kids are; So when my kiddos need an extra hug in the middle of a math lesson, I'll give it to them. Or if they want to stay in the classroom at recess to tell me all about their new toy, I'll listen. Because they may not be getting what they need at home. And if I got anything from this experience, it's that most of these people got into these horrible situations because they just wanted someone to show them respect and feel accepted. If I can do that in my classroom, and be a safe place for my students, then I will.

Spring Fever

We've been enjoying this beautiful spring-like weather around here! And we just can't get enough of it. We took Sophia to the park last weekend, and it seemed that as soon as we stepped out the door, the wind picked up. But we had fun anyway! The pictures just crack me up, because the sunlight and the wind really make her blonde fly-aways look so funny!

So enjoy some pics of our life lately!