Well, for starters, my name is Sophie, and I live on Elmendorf AFB, Alaska.
I have the best job in the world: Mommy.
I’m going to be 25 soon, and am honestly not sure how I feel about being a quarter-century old.
I consider myself to be a pretty crafty person, although I tend to have an average of five different projects going at once.
I like to read, and now that I think about it, I tend to have an average of five books with bookmarks in them at all times.
I’m starting to think I either have a hard time finishing things or a bad habit of spreading myself too thin.
My biggest craving when I was pregnant with my daughter was movie-theater popcorn. This not only succeeded in added poundage during the pregnancy but also means a movie-going experience just isn’t complete without a bag of warm, buttery goodness in my hands.
My daughter, fortunately, shares my love for going to the movies, which, believe you me, I frequently take advantage of.
I do that a lot…do things “for Piper” that I really am just doing because I wanted to do. Does that make me a horrible mom? I don’t think so. It’s one of the great benefits of being a mother…having someone to blame stopping at McDonald’s for lunch on.
My husband’s name is Brandon, and I love him more now than I ever have before.
We met while working at Pizza Hut in West Jordan, Utah.
One of the first things we did together was a spur-of-the-moment road trip to the Grand Canyon, simply because neither of us had been and we both happened to have the next four days off work.
I miss doing spontaneous things like that. It’s my least favorite part about being a mother.
Brandon and I got pregnant with Piper one of the first few times we had sex because I was stupid and we didn’t use a condom. I’d do it again in a heartbeat.
“I Was a Really Good Mom Before I Had Kids” is the best book title I’ve ever seen.
I really do think I’m a good mother. I yell a lot, but all in all, I’m a great mom.
I miss being in school. Honestly.
My mother and I do not get along unless there are at least a thousand miles between us.
I am scared to death Piper and I will one day have the same relationship my mother and I do.
Sometimes, I’m jealous of the way my mother dotes on my daughter.
My sister is covered in tattoos, wants her to gage her ears to 1.5 inches, hasn’t had a job in a year and a half, drinks too much, smokes, and parties too much. But if something ever happened to Brandon and I, she’s who I’d want to raise my daughter. Hands down.
I grew up in England and Germany. Kick ass, I know.
I wanted to be a teacher up until my senior year in high school. Now, I want to be a marriage and family therapist.
I really wish I were a better photographer. Maybe I’ll take a class someday.
