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Sophie, Sophie, Sophie

There is no doubt that Sophie has thrived as the only child this week. She eats up the attention. Happy as a clam not having to compete with her sister to get two words in edgewise. Happy to get lots of hugs and cuddles from her mom and papa. Happy to stay up a little later than usual.

And this weekend, Sophie’s going to be even more spoiled. Because while I’m going on a 4-hour car ride to fetch Chloe, she’ll be having special Sophie/papa time. What could be better?
Sophie just announced that she wants a snake for a pet. She’d name it after her friend Emily. I hope Emily feels honored. Other than her obsession with the color pink, she certainly doesn’t fit stereotype of a little girl. At least she has an interest in reptiles, and likes to run, climb and play in the dirt. That’s definitely reassuring and makes the whole pink thing a little easier for me to swallow.

I Don’t Think Chloe Wants to Come Home


Chloe is in heaven. Every time I’ve spoken to her this week, which usually lasts no more than 3 minutes, she sounded so happy and so enthusiastic, it’s terrific.

Chloe loves camp. Loves taking two-mile walks with the dogs. Loves spinning on the antiquated spinning wheel at the local park that no recent playgrounds have because they’re lawsuits waiting to happen. Loves Zydeco. Loves her handmade wooden biplane. Loves picking wild strawberries.
And to top it all off, she’s at the movies tonight, seeing “Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince” with her great-uncle.
Honestly, I’m afraid she’s going to be miserable when she comes home. When I asked her earlier today if she’d like to spend the entirety of next summer with her aunt and uncle, and go to the same camp, the “yes” was resounding. Hard to describe it in words – but it was a happy, emphatic, confident “yes!”
Are you ready for next year, Aunt Barbara and Uncle Brian?

Having Fun or What?


Well, it certainly sounds like Chloe and Sophie had a great time with my mom and aunt and uncle last week. Chloe, who’s still up there going to day camp, is having a fantastic time. Apparently, she’s been having such a great time that’s she’s taken to walking the dogs with my uncle every evening – a two mile promenade!

She has NEVER taken a two mile walk with us. OK – the main reason might be that we’ve never proposed taking a two mile walk with her. Maybe we should start. What a great way to ensure good sleep at the end of a long day at camp.
Among other things, they visited a dairy bar today. When I asked her what the heck a dairy bar was, she responded “ice cream.” “Why didn’t you say so in the first place,” I said. She’s even starting to talk like a country bumpkin now. It’s pretty funny. She’s loving camp. I told my aunt that we may ship Chloe up there next summer for a month! I’m fantasizing about it as I write.
Just kidding. I actually miss my big munchkin. On another note, there’s a mystery surrounding their matching outfits in the photo, however. My mom bought them during their vacation and apparently we’ll know more about it in a few weeks. Whatever that means. I can’t wait.

Sophie!

OK, I need to revise the highlights of our vacation to add one final bullet:
– coming home from work tonight and hearing Sophie, as I’m getting out of the car, screaming in excitement at my arrival. When I walked in the door, she ran over to me and gave me such a big hug I lost my balance and almost fell on my ass.
That was a really super end to a great vacation.
On the other hand, when I called Chloe to hear her voice after one whole week without hearing her voice, she tossed me aside after one minute because she didn’t want to miss her TV show. I suspect that as much as she loves me, she won’t be nearly as excited to see me when I pick her up next Saturday as I’ll be to see her. Oh well. One kid out of two ain’t bad.

We’re Back!

Boy, did that go fast. At this time last week, the ship was leaving Miami on its way to Grand Cayman.

We had a great time. Missed the girls, especially towards the end of the trip, but I have to admit that it was so very nice to do the things that we wanted to do, when we wanted to do them. Never in a million years would we have been able to take the girls ziplining in Belize (yes, that’s me in the photo) or take a 7-hour excursion to see the Mayan ruins in Tulum, Mexico in 100+ degree heat. That gorgeous beach in the photo above was the view from the ruins – it’s no wonder the Mayans considered Tulum a sacred site. The setting was breathtaking.

We enjoyed the cruise itself, even though it was very crowded. 3600 passengers, 1/3 of whom were kids. How nice that none of the 1,200 children was our responsibility!

Some highlights:

– Trying snuba for the first time in Grand Cayman. A cross between snorkeling and scuba – we were able to dive about 20 feet below the surface of the water and see a shipwreck. The oxygen tank was on a raft floating above us and we breathed through a hose that was attached to the tank by a very long cable.

– Ziplining in the Belizean jungle. Very cool. Very fast. Very high. I was a little disappointed not to see more wildlife, except for mosquitoes.

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– Not getting eaten alive by the mosquitoes while ziplining. In fact, not one bite. That’s never happened to me before – I’m usually their dessert. Our avoidance of a mosquito attack was entirely due to my super-duper chemical Deet spray.

– Spending quality time with the hubby.

– The Mayan ruins in Tulum – as I said, just a beautiful setting. But so freakin’ hot. We took a ferry from Cozumel to Playa del Carmen on the mainland. There were lots of new hotels there and it would probably be a great place to take the kids.

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– Placing third in the cruise’s blackjack tournament. Came very close to winning $500, but got slammed with a horrible last hand. Oh well. It was fun while it lasted. And I did win some tacky Carnival giveaways.

– Getting a facial and a massage. How relaxing!

– Leaving work and everyday stress behind.

Tomorrow we reunite with Sophie. Yeah! Chloe is with her great-aunt and great-uncle for another week, attending day camp there. I’ll fetch her next weekend. And I can’t wait to see them both. Because as much fun as it was to get away for the week, it’ll be really nice to give them hugs again.

Eight More Hours

The countdown continues. Eight hours until we leave for the airport. We can’t wait. Other than a Sophie carsick puking incident in the parking lot of a Burger King in the Poconos, my mom’s trip with the girls up to Ithaca went without a hitch. I was glad to hear that the car ride wasn’t irreversibly marred by throw up in the back seat and proud of Sophie for waiting to hit blacktop before gagging it up.
Not sure if I’ll be able to blog while I’m gone. Actually, not sure I’ll want to blog while I’m gone, since this is a vacation without the girls! But we’ll see. If I’m inspired and can get decent enough Internet access, I may just have to upload a few photos of the sights to make everyone jealous.
To tide you all over, here’s another Sophie dancing special. Enjoy!
Ciao!

31 Hours

31 hours until we leave for the airport for our vacation. Can’t wait. Am counting down. The girls are packed and ready to go tomorrow morning with their Grammy.

We’re not packed yet, but I bought three, yes three, adorable dresses today at a local shop. Dresses I would have never considered had I just seen them on a rack. But in my less-than-two-days-to-go desperation, I tried on everything the owner of the store suggested. And couldn’t decide which one to buy. So I bought all of them. I am now officially ready to go to dinner on the ship.
Can’t forget to make sure Sophie has her towel and her Shirley tomorrow morning. Because to forget them would mean certain disaster for my mom. Other than that, we’re ready to ship Chloe and Sophie out the door. With an encouraging little hug and shove, if need be. Caribbean, here we come!

Sophie Tells Her First Jokes


Knock, knock. Who’s there? Banana. Banana Who? Banana window.

Knock, knock. Who’s there? Couch. Couch who? Couch toesies.
Knock, knock. Who’s there? Legos. Legos who? Legos Chloe.
Knock, knock. Who’s there? Window. Window who? Window garbage.
OK – I don’t get them either. But she had herself in stitches. So they must have been funny. I guess they’re too sophisticated for my 40-year old brain.

Five Days and Counting

Until our first vacation without the girls since we became parents. Cruise, here we come. Beach on an island off the Honduran coast (ok – our timing is a little off with the military coup and all, but the ship is still planning to go there), Snuba in the Cayman Islands, Mayan ruins in Mexico and ziplining in Belize, here we come!

I can’t believe we’re actually doing this. Abandoning the kids with my mom for a whole week. One whole week. We’ll be able to do whatever we want, when we want, for one whole week.

If I want to go to the gym, I can. If I want to sit in the hot tub for an hour, I can. If I want to take a long nap, I can. If I want to have ice cream or cake and not worry about sharing, I can. If I want to sit at the blackjack table at noon, I can. No worrying about forgetting Sophie’s towels or her Shirley, or Chloe refusing to do something when asked. Like brush her teeth or take a bath.
The last vacation we took as a couple was to Jamaica in March 2000. Around the time I became pregnant with Chloe (although I don’t think it happened there). In any case, that was more than nine years ago. I was 31 years old then. Clinton was still President. Wow. I think we’ve waited long enough for this.

She’s BAAAAACK!

Chloe came home from her long weekend at her friend’s grandparent’s house dirty and exhausted. She had a fantastic time. Her first request in the door, at 7 pm, was to watch a movie. Our answer, of course, was no – and we knew that our darling Chloe was back. She was not happy. And when we told her she absolutely needed to bathe before bed, she was furious. Never mind that she hadn’t bathed in days (whoever said that girls are more concerned about their hygiene than boys is not living on the same planet I inhabit).

She let out the scream heard around the world. And didn’t let up. Not even when her Papa picked her up, fully clothed, and stood her in the bathtub (which didn’t yet have any water) to make the point that no matter how many policemen came in response to 911 calls, she would take her bath tonight. I finally got her undressed and started the water flowing. And she finally realized that the bath was inevitable.
In the blink of an eye, she went from outraged 8-year old to chatterbox 8-year old. Telling me about all the fun she had the last few days. And during those few minutes, I managed to sanitize her. And by 8:05 pm, without even glancing at her latest book, she was fast asleep.