Last week my friend Cortney and her husband and two boys visited our house church (we all go to the same church but “house church” is what we call our smaller groups that meet in people’s homes throughout the week.) She’d never met my kids (and I’d only met one of hers), and Sophie made a great first impression by serenading Cortney & her hubs with an unintelligible but very in-tune version of “Love Your Neighbor” by the Veggie Tales.
With her eyes closed.
You see she has this “look-at-me-but-don’t-look-at-me-I’m-so-cute-but-I’m-so-shy” face that she pulls out to impress people once in awhile. It looks something like this:
So, anyways, after she was done serenading there was general conversation about how sweet she is, because, really, I promise, this girl is sweet sweet sweet. Then I said:
“Yeah, too bad she has such a bad rap on the internet!”
“Well you’re the one who gave it to her!” Cortney pointed out.
Ah, so true. Generally I write about how crazy Sophie is, and how crazy she makes me, and the crazy things she makes me DO…but she really is my sweetheart girl. She’s hilariously funny and smart, and such a good singer, and I can’t wait to have real conversations with her!
But yo. Girlfriend is certifiably nuts.
Fast forward to last night, we are at a worship concert at our church (it was a live CD recording! Woohoo!) We’d left our kids with a sitter, but Cortney and Jeremy had brought their two boys, who are 26 months and 8 months (right Cortney?) They were sitting in front of us and they. were. SO. GOOD.
I mean, ridiculously good. Neither one of them fussed a bit and we were in there for and hour and 45 minutes. Bobby and I could have pulled that off with Joshua, but never with Sophie.
Why? You ask. Well, as I explained to Cortney when I was commenting on her little angels, “Sophie doesn’t like corporate singing. OR clapping. So, tonight would have been a problem.”
“Really?” Cortney seemed to find that a little odd.
“Yeah, we didn’t even sing happy birthday to her at her own party. She doesn’t care for it at other people’s parties either. It makes her hysterically cry.”
Evidence: Here’s Sophie at Kate’s 4th birthday party 11 months ago, after my husband had calmed her down post-birthday song. (Look at that FACE!)
So, you see, my Sophie has a few quirks. She’s as sweet, funny, and beautiful as can be, but people??
She’s crazy!
And I’m crazy about her.
