Well, the party was a joy, with Sophie having a blast. The amount of stuff that she got was impressive, from Play-Doh to DVD’s to money for clothes. We invited all the kids in the street (3), her cousins (2), and a friend that Sophie knows from work (1), so we had 7 kids, four years-old or less, in our house getting wired on sugar, needy from watching one kid take center stage in a Rite of Acquiring Possessions, and cranky from approaching nap-times. In addition to them, we also had even more adults crowding themselves into our little home.
Sophie also got some cute clothes, and we got some wonderful pictures and video. She blew out all the candles on her cake (on the 14th try), which was mostly gone by the end of the party.
It was odd… it was like our little girl flipped a switch and “grew up” quite a bit that day. After Sunday, her diction became better, a lot more concepts began to be expressed (a dawning awareness of a sense of time is just one of them: “today”, “tomorrow”, and other like words are being used), and her ability to sustain a conversation increased. We also told her stuff like “Sophie, when your birthday comes, you’ll no longer be a baby, you’ll be a big girl!” and she is making the distinction between Sophie the baby and Sophie, now.
Today, we had a good day. We went to a favorite restaurant and had some delicious pizza, and then, after a trip to Wal-Mart, we went to go vote. Sophie went into the booth with me, and holding her, I pointed out which selections to make, and she pressed the buttons, culminating in her pressing the big green button that made our selections final. This left such an impression on her that she was speaking about it when she woke up from her nap, five hours later:
“I pressed the green button, mommy! I voted!”
“Yes you did, Sophie. We’re so proud of our voting girl! Did you like voting?”
“Yeah!”
and etc, and etc.
As a reward for voting, Sophie was treated to TCBY, getting some yogurt, where we met a kindergartner named… something a little uncommon, beginning with “G” - like Gaylord. Sophie played with him and his cards, with Gaylord’s father giving Sophie one of the packs (the man owns a nice bath and spa next to the where we voted, and is either loaded or in hock - probably a bit of both).
We then went to the library, where Sophie ran around, read a number of books, and got ssshhhh’d a number of times (did I mention that she is loud?) She was wearing a new pair of khaki’s and a grey sweatshirt and looked absolutely adorable.