Life is like...

Sylvia Plath is a brilliant goddess.

Sophia woke up early today to make sure to give me kisses and hugs goodbye when I left for work. I dragged myself out of bed and I saw her little feet sticking out from the couch in the living room. She was watching Arthur. So I snuggled up with her and watched Arthur and Clifford but not Caillou because I hate that annoying little twit. It was very Forest Gump-ish, where Forest watches Sesame Street with his son. It kind of made me tear.

Then Sophia came and sat with me in the kitchen while I ate breakfast. She then attempted to make herself and my mom a peanut butter sandwich and coffee for breakfast.

She's such a cool baby.