Sophie loves playing with the toy she bought for Zoey before Zoey was born.
Angel in her derby hat.
Sophie has specific games she plays with specific people. She butts heads (literally) with Grandpa Gebhart. She zaps fingertips with Grandpa Uhl. And with Greg, it’s the don’t-let-him-eat-my-feet game.
Evan says, “Please, Sophie, let me have some Cheerios. Just don’t tell Mom because I’m not old enough to eat them yet …”
Evan and Jenna
Mandy and Zoey
Christine, Connor and Mark
Angel, Zoey and Marty
It was so strange—and fun—to spend a Saturday evening with friends I’ve spent so many Saturday evenings with before with babies. Often when we’d get together with friends this past year we’d be the only ones with a child—the only ones cradling, shushing, tickling, chasing, feeding, burping, changing, carrying. I love that it’s a shared experience now.
“The spirited horse, which will try to win the race of its own accord, will run even faster if encouraged.” —Ovid
