Ever Sophia at 6

domestication, Ever Sophia, Love


When Ev was little-r I used to write down funny things that she said, words that she knew, what she could do new that year (she’s running, she’s running really fast….. dang kid slow wait for your moms). I don’t do that as much anymore, so here’s a list on my

BABY’S S-I-X-T-H birthday.


-She likes to make films of herself where she delves into social politics and says things like, “leave a comment and don’t forget to like my page”. Seriously.

-She can reach everything. That candy that I stashed behind everything on top of the counters, yup eaten. Ice cubes out of the freezer, check. Clothes out of the dryer, no prob.

ev cuteeLife size and oh so fashionable.

-She reads. She made a library of all of her little school paper books and reads them to me. She’s also mastered the ‘ol classic New Hat Old Hat.

-She’s legitimately starting to tell time. Well at least time in reference to when her BOYFRIEND gets home. “It’s 5:00 Mom, yes huh, I can see it on the clock”. Well damn.

Photo on 8-9-14 at 12.42 PM #2

-Yup she has a boyfriend. Well a little boy that she absolutely adores and likewise. One of my absolute favorite moments of my entire life was a month ago or so when James and her first kindled their little love.
I went to pick her up from his house and they both threw giant tantrums because, “Does Ever have to go home now?”, as he stands barricading the door. She was drug out of his apartment. As we approached the car little tinny freckled James yells of the balcony straight from a Shakespearean play, “I love you Ever and I promise to never let you down.”
I heckled Julius about how chivalry is dead and it takes a 5 year old boy to make that crystal clear.Then Ev so humbly asserted from the back seat,
“I didn’t understand anything that he said”.
Love falls on deaf ears, as is life.

jamesThis was the night that I had to make an emergency grocery store trip for hotdogs and macaroni because, “I promised him”.

-She can count to 35, well technically she can get most of the way to 50 but for some reason 36 and 37 are tricky little buggers.

-She wants a real life -one that really drives- barbie jeep. She seriously needs this in order to be able to drive herself around places. “I already know how to drive”. She’s going to start driving it to school but she isn’t sure where she will park it, the bike rack won’t do. The parking lot is a little risky. We’re working out those details but driving down a 6 lane highway and making multiple left hand turns ‘aint no thing.

-She is a dancer. She sings little riddles about arabesque and tendue. She taps in the kitchen. She is the most attentive little ballerina. She comes home singing the most distorted version of “Oh! Susanna” that I’ve ever heard. It’s nothing short of adorable.

-She has all of her own ideas. She thinks that her approach is the best approach and somehow she survives under the same roof as me. That’s an accomplishment.


-This year she flew for the first time. Walked in a sea of hot air balloons. Lost more teeth than I can count (I’m thinking 4). Graduated pre-school. Quickly attained teacher’s pet. Grew to be 4 feet tall. Got accidentally tricked into riding her first roller coaster and then refused to ever ride a real one again. Learned to swim with out her life jacket. Infected everyone big and small with her charm and enthusiasm for life.  She remembered every single detail of everything and won’t let me forget any of them. She tucked heart break into her pocket and marched on more strong and brave than any 5 year old should ever have to be. She grew.

teefThat was 2 teeth ago.

-Yet, she still curls up on my lap when she’s sleepy and if I’m real lucky just little times in between. She hugs me and gives the sweetest little kisses (save those for your mama little one). Some Saturday mornings when I’m rushing out the door she calls me back in just to say that she loves me. She’ll begrudgingly give me the last gulp of her water and sings me bed time songs now. I too am half crazy over the love of you.


It’s been pain, sunny days and rain baby bear. Life without you is unfathomable.
You are incredible. Mama loves you.


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