Your hair

Dear Sonia,

You have amazing hair. You are 6 months old and you have more hair than many 18-month-olds. It's pretty cute.

Here's some evidence:

Your mom twisted it up and pinned it to the back of your head this week and you had an up-do!

You suffer from some pretty bad bedhead. Which of course is adorable.


We all had a great visit with you in Houston, for your first Hindu ceremony, when you had your first bite of solid food. You looked so good and you acted like a champ until the end when you'd just had enough. You ended up asleep on the floor while we all ate yummy lunch in the next room.

And we get to see you again in only 3 more weeks (we're getting spoiled) at another wedding. Maybe I can live with this many weddings every year if it means I get to see you all the time!

Love,
Auntie K

Sophie

Dear Sonia,

I wanted to make sure that you had this story in print.

You have a little giraffe called Sophie. That's her in the photo. It's a traditional French teether toy for babies. Apparently every French baby has one.

A good friend of mine needed some medical advice and your Daddy helped him out for free. He has a little girl too and she has one of these that her Great Uncle got her when she was a baby (he lives in France, so he knows). He knew how much his little girl liked hers, so he ordered a Sophie and sent it to your Daddy for you as a thank you.

You love it, apparently. You are also surrounded by giraffes. You have Henry, which your other Auntie K gave you (he's so soft!) and a giraffe in your circus train (which I've never seen, but word on the street is that it's super cool) and now Sophie! Someday we'll go see real giraffes, not in the zoo, on a safari! (Right after your Auntie K wins the lottery she doesn't play or marries rich -- both are equally likely.)

It's also very funny that this giraffe is named Sophie. That might be sort of your sister's name if you ever had one, maybe. But with an "f" and with an "a". Sofia. So okay, not really that close, but you get the idea.

Anyway, glad you like the little toy a friend of mine got you. He's heard a lot about you even though he hasn't met you. It was nice of him to think of you, huh?

Love,

Auntie K

Grab thumb, engage dancing

Dear Sonia,
Your mommy has been dancing with you in the mirror in your living room. You love it!

She's been trying to teach you the sign for "more" by stopping dancing, showing you the sign, and then dancing again. You grab hold of her thumb when you dance together.

Yesterday, in what was thought to be a fluke, when she stopped dancing, you grabbed hold of her thumb and looked up at her. So she laughed and started dancing again.

Today, it is not a fluke. Every time she stops dancing and attempts to show you the more sign, you just look around desperately for her thumb and try to grab it. :) It'll be the Sonia/Mommy secret-squirrel sign for "DANCE!"

Hilarious!