Dear Sophie:
You've officially been outside my belly as long as you were in it, which just shows how insanely quick time passes. You are now trying to pull up and crawl and are no longer content to just lie back and relax. To be honest, I grow more concerned the older you get, because day by day, you act more and more like your sister. You're determined, head strong, and restless. You are constantly reaching for the nearest object, which often times is my face, cheeks, or nose. Your grip is strong, and your nails are sharp. I thought it was difficult to have one independent, strong-willed girl; I can't imagine having two. Trevor has my deepest sympathies, although you seem to have him fooled for the time being. He, as well as Victoria, adores you. In fact, you seem to be the one thing they agree on.
I can't believe that you will soon be a year old. More than that, I can't believe you're not sleeping through the night, yet. You still wake up every 4 hours, and your father and I are suffering for it. Yesterday, he made a pot of coffee and forgot to put the pot in, and I locked my keys in the car at lunch. I'm lucky to remember my name most days. The sick thing is, I actually enjoy our middle of the night bonding sessions. I know they're limited, and that's what makes them so special. So, I'll continue to function as half a human being, just so I can soak up every last ounce of baby you have left in you.
