Sophie’s Rules

Sophie has adapted well to life as a baby. She is not an infant to trifle with. She knows what she wants and how to communicate it most of the time. I’m not saying this in any negative sense. She’s by no means a little spoiled monster. It’s just after spending these last 2 days with her it is interesting to see her personality come through. As Karen said, “It’s interesting that you can see their personality at such a young age”. (or something like that.)

Here are some of Sophie’s rules that she communicated today.

I know the hand sign for milk and I may use it. I also recognize the word “milk” when it is spoken. When I’m hungry sometimes I ‘m just too desperate to eat to worry about making the sign. So just feed me, already!

I will hand you something I have if you say “please” and cup your hands. Please give it back to me after you take it. I’m trusting that that’s what you will do.

I like it when you fan my face and make a breeze on my face. Fan me whenever you want and I will scrunch my nose and smile showing my 2 bottom teeth. Be prepared to do this for a while because once is not enough.

When I smile and clap hands please join me and say “Ya-a-a-y”. It makes me happy.

DO NOT PUT SUNGLASSES ON ME. I t makes my mood sour having those things sliding down my nose.




Feed me zwieback and graham crackers and I will stay cute for a long time – even when I am overtired because I didn’t get a morning nap.

If you put me in the car seat I’d prefer that you not strap me in. Those straps are so confining. If you strap me in (as you always do) I will struggle to get out all the while I am there. I will not stop struggling even as I fall asleep.

When I am in the car seat do not stop the car for anything. I don’t like it and you should listen to me. If you do stop, for whatever silly reason, I will make you listen to me until you are again moving for a while.

If you want me to smile just pick up one of those camera things. I’ll stop doing whatever you wanted a picture of but I will give you my full attention and usually smile.



I like to listen to my daddy on the phone.




Don’t expect ME to hold the bottle for myself. Why should I when your big hands hold it so much better and all I have to do is direct your hand to my mouth? Remember I am only a baby.

I do not crawl. I’m considering going right to walking. Why should I crawl? I know how to charm anybody into bringing anything I want to me.
My rules are not all me, me, me. I also give back with hugs and kisses and the sweetest smile my Mommy ever saw—she told me so.