I've noticed a disturbing trend over the past month. Sophie has chosen a role model to emulate, so now instead of 1 headstrong little girl, I have 2. I've been telling myself that although she is now exhibiting Victoriaesque characteristics (stealing blankets, dangling toys out of reach, etc.), I probably had a few years before they formed a diabolical twosome capable of destroying the world. That was until tonight when Victoria asked to sleep in the extra bed in Sophie's room. For the past hour, the two of them have been giggling and playing. The fact that Sophie cannot yet speak has not impaired their relationship one bit. It's simultaneously heartwarming and terrifying.
Tomorrow marks Sophie's 10 month. She's crawling and pulling up like a champ, but I'm thrilled to announce that she's not any closer to walking than she was a month ago. Time is flying enough as it is, and I need her to need me a little longer.
