First, of course, I feel the need to point out that Sophie does not have a fat, bleeding lip. She's been eating a crayon, colored pencil, or marker this morning. Yum. I'm not sure which one. Even though its only 7:15am, the three little ones have been very productive. Or maybe destructive? I haven't been to investigate walls and such yet. Well, anyways, ignorance is bliss right?
Now on to the reason for blogging this morning:
The other night our power went out. It happened after dark so the house went completely black. Sophie and I sat on the couch together while Kurt headed off to find flashlights. We saw a light flashing a minute later and Sophie took off to investigate. Kurt gave Sophie a flashlight and she ran back to me to show it off. She chattered to me all about it and then raced off, then came racing back to tell me all about her adventures. Repeat.
A few moments later, Sophie headed down the hall and went around the corner. I heard her say, "SHOES!" The light flashed around wildly and then lay still, abandoned on the floor. I could here her charging back to me in the dark, her little legs moving as fast as possible, her diaper swishing. She slammed into me and the couch with her new sneakers. "SHOES!" she demanded. I helped her put them on.
I guess some things are more important to sweet little Sophie than being able to see.
