Mondays are cranky days.  The girls were in fine form when I got home.  Sophie was breathless with excitement about her super Belle costume that Grammy gave to her for her 5th birthday.

Chloe was happy because she was playing a game on her new DSi, which she received to celebrate a very special private milestone that shall not be described any further in this blog.  Suffice to say that this milestone provides yet additional evidence that when Chloe puts her mind to something, there’s no stopping her.

Grammy stayed for dinner and the girls were incredibly chatty – talking over each other, simultaneously asking us questions, the voices just droned on and on.  I had one ear tuned into Sophie and the other to Chloe and I thought my head would explode.

But I’m not the one who had the meltdown.  Sophie had the meltdown when I refused to let her watch –  for the millionth time, no less – the TinyToons version of They Might Be Giants’ “Istanbul (not Constantinople).”  She screeched.  She screamed.  She sounded like a banshee.  She jumped and stomped and screamed some more.  She hyperventilated.  She hiccuped.  She stuck out her tongue.  She scared the bejeezus out of Chloe.

And finally, she got tired. I went upstairs because she was yelling and hiccuping for me.  I grabbed her tightly.  And for once, I gave her the super cuddle.  She calmed down and she hugged me back, like there was no tomorrow.  And all was better in Sophie’s world.  Good night, my sweet.