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Frazzled Working Mom's Fleeting Moments (2007-2013)

Pink Nail Polish!

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Yes, this is the Pink Me Not blog. And I have a 3-year old daughter who’s obsessed with the color pink. Pink clothes, pink underwear, pink stuffed animals, pink flowers, pink, pink, pink. Puke me pink.

Grammy bought Sophie pink nail polish this evening so that our dear cousin can paint not just her fingernails but her toenails tomorrow morning. Miraculously enough, she was willing to wait until the morning to have her mani/pedi. “My nails won’t dry in time,” she reasonably noted, if she were to have her 15 minutes of beauty just before bedtime.
Needless to say, Sophie just went to bed a very happy person. And she’s going to have very pink dreams tonight.
Frazzled Working Mom's Fleeting Moments (2007-2013)

It’s a Sophie Weekend

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It’s quiet around here. Not as quiet as I would have thought, but quiet nonetheless. Chloe is away for the weekend at her friend’s grandparents’ house. Until Sunday. Woo-hoo!
Do I miss Chloe? Of course. But am I glad to have some special time with little Sophie? You bet. Sophie had her little tantrum bouts this evening, but at least there was no fighting. No baiting. No teasing. No stealing toys. No child-on-child torture.
I think Sophie is going to enjoy the attention over the next few days. I know I’m going to enjoy giving it to her.
Frazzled Working Mom's Fleeting Moments (2007-2013)

Could Summer Finally Be Here?

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It was Chloe’s last day of school today. That didn’t prevent the rain from pouring down. But dare I hope that we might finally have a weekend with sunshine and warm temperatures? I’m probably jinxing it by even writing about it, but I am sooooo sick of the rain. I don’t recall experiencing so many days of rain in one month. If I didn’t have a sense of direction, I’d wake up thinking we were living in Seattle.

But we don’t live in Seattle. And there’s sun at the end of the tunnel. I just know it. And if we can make it to the swim club this weekend, we’ll be very, very happy. At this point, I don’t even care how cold the water is. The summer is 1/3 of the way over. It’s about time we had the weather to enjoy it.

Frazzled Working Mom's Fleeting Moments (2007-2013)

Chloe’s Moving Up

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Chloe had her moving up ceremony today. At 10:30 AM. They couldn’t possibly have a picked a worse time for working parents (the number of moms and dads on their BlackBerries during the show – and I was guilty as well – was pretty astounding. And also pretty depressing, but that’s another blog entry for another time). Anyway, it was a cute ceremony. Each class sang a song or recited a poem. It was very informal, which was nice, because in no way did the circumstances call for caps and gowns.

Next year, she’ll be in a grade 3-5 school, which is why her current K-2 school had a celebration to mark the occasion. I’m sure glad there are no more school-related events this year, however. Juggling schedules had become a little complicated of late.
I can’t believe that Chloe is going to be a 3rd grader. Nine years old in a few months. Argh! I hope she likes her new school – they certainly seem to offer a lot of terrific enrichment activities. I also hope she makes some new friends. In the meantime, summer is here. Chloe’s last day of school is tomorrow. And our weekends are more or less booked until mid-August.
I feel like the summer is almost over, and yet it’s barely started. I need to stop projecting so much into the future, and just live life in the present. Maybe time will seem to go more slowly if I succeed.
Frazzled Working Mom's Fleeting Moments (2007-2013)

Home Alone

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We had some time alone with Chloe today (Sophie was lucky enough to go home with my mom for a sleepover), and watched “Home Alone” with her.

We were looking for a good movie, and when I saw this, I knew it would be perfect. I hadn’t thought about this film in a very long time, but had no doubt that Chloe would love it. The three of us watched it together, and all of us were in stitches. I haven’t laughed so hard in a very long time. And it was the first time I saw Chloe laugh so hard she was literally bent in two.
During her brief hours as an only child this afternoon, Chloe also managed to talk her dad into playing two games with her. Good one-on-one bonding time, which doesn’t happen all that often. I think Chloe really appreciated it, and my husband seemed to enjoy it, too. In fact, I think and hope he had a nice Dad’s Day. It was relaxing and fun. Despite the crappy weather.
Frazzled Working Mom's Fleeting Moments (2007-2013)

Will the Rain Ever End?

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It’s been raining, almost non-stop, since the beginning of June. With every passing week, I think of the swim club, and all the money down the drain because we haven’t yet been able to go this season. Unless it’s nice next weekend, we’re looking at the third week in July before we even have the possibility of going. In which case, it will end up being an outrageously expensive summer. I hope that our babysitter will at least have some warm, sunny days during the week so that Sophie can enjoy the pool.

This weather is crazy. And depressing. We went to the mall today, which is always busy on Saturdays. We got there late morning and it wasn’t too busy. But because it’s Father’s Day tomorrow and the weather was so horrendous it was more crowded than usual. It took us longer to get out of there than it did to drive home; the parking lot was jammed.
The people who have beachgoer-dependent businesses must be quaking in their Crocs. One-third of their summer has been lost to this crappy weather on top of what was probably turning out to be a crappy season simply because of the economy. Bummer for them.
And it’s so depressing outside. Everything is gray and wet. So very wet. The girls are starting to go stir crazy, I think. While at the mall they were running all over the place. Including into each other. All of this pent up energy. Sophie was running sprints in the hallway of the movie theater. Back and forth, back and forth. I was getting dizzy just watching her.
Chloe’s barely been able to ride her bike. And I’d love to ride mine with her. I’m crossing my fingers that it might start drying out tomorrow, but when I looked this morning the long range forecast for the week didn’t look too promising. Do you hear my big, resigned sigh?
Frazzled Working Mom's Fleeting Moments (2007-2013)

Moving Up from Pre- Pre-K

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Yep. It’s not enough to do pre-k graduations, now you have to move up from pre- pre-K. This is Sophie dressed for her “Footloose” performance. In a Flashdance-style off-the-shoulder shirt and leg warmers.

The great suspense for this evening was whether or not Sophie would perform with the rest of the class. Would she remain essentially immobile the whole time? Or would she shake her booty like we know she can do?
Sophie did us proud. She wasn’t necessarily as coordinated as some of the other kids (and for the record, she was probably the youngest one there), but she was shaking. Her arms, her legs, her butt, you name it. Kevin Bacon, eat your heart out. And afterwards, when the entire school sang “Corner of the Sky” from “Pippin” (the theme of the night was Broadway musicals), she was singing. We were dubious, but she was definitely moving her mouth to the words.
At the very least, this evening’s festivities gave us a taste of what graduation from pre-k will be like for her next year. I wonder how much of the tears I saw tonight were due to the warm, tender and loving feelings the parents have for their kids, or to the end of tuition payments, at least until college. I have to admit that next year, when Sophie is wearing her cap and gown for her official pre-k graduation, my tears will likely represent a mix of both, with emphasis on the latter.
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Chloe is a Published Book Reviewer!

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Chloe submitted a book review for The Twits to our local independent bookstore last month. We are proud to say that it was just published the store’s e-newsletter! Reprint below. Next on tap, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I’m very proud of my budding book critic and thankful to the folks at the bookstore for their willingness to print her review.

Roald Dahl…..as popular as ever!
twitsThe Twits by Roald Dahl
reviewed by Chloe (8 years old)

You might want to know some facts from the book The Twits. So here they are. In The Twits both Twits hate each other so much, they pull pranks on each other. Like this one: For dinner, Mrs. Twit made spaghetti. When Mr. Twit gets his spaghetti he said they were a bit squishy. Mrs. Twit just says it’s a different brand. Guess what it really was? I’ll give you 10 seconds. 1-2-3-10-gotcha! If you’re about to say worms, that’s correct. And you know who did it? None other than Mrs. Twit! The Twits was a very funny book. And that’s all I can say.

The author is Roald Dahl. I’m sure you’ve probably heard of him. If you ever do read this book, I hope you enjoy it.


Frazzled Working Mom's Fleeting Moments (2007-2013)

565 Books

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The results are in. Chloe read the equivalent of 565 books in 2nd grade. At the beginning of the year, her teacher told the class that 30 pages read would equal one book. Chloe read 16,950 pages. Yes, 16,950 pages.

Pretty incredible, if you ask me. I am fairly certain that she holds the school record for the 2008-2009 school year. I just hope she keeps it up next year!
Sophie is still on her Adam Lambert kick. She just exclaimed, out of the blue, “I like Adam. He’s so cute.” I told her he was on vacation so that I could avoid watching Adam Lambert American Idol videos for the 565th time. But I’m fighting a losing battle. So off we go, to watch him yet again.
Frazzled Working Mom's Fleeting Moments (2007-2013)

Oh Shit!

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My little Sophie bear – the child who rarely gets into trouble, who is a quiet, generally easygoing, well-behaved child, became frustrated at our babysitter’s house the other day.
“Oh shit,” she said. Our lovely babysitter thought she misheard at first. That is, until Sophie said it again, with gusto. Our babysitter took Sophie aside and asked her if she knew whether what she was saying was bad. Sophie, at three years old, doesn’t really know how to lie and responded that yes, indeed, she knew it was bad. Her babysitter asked that she not say it again.
But by then Sophie was on a roll. And she let it rip one more time for good measure. That landed her in a time out, of course.
Needless to say, the truth is out. My husband and I have potty mouths. We try to refrain from displaying this side of our personalities in front of our kids, but let’s face it, you can’t teach old dogs new tricks. And kids are super perceptive. Boy, was I embarrassed. Our babysitter took it in stride – it was the first (and will hopefully be the last) time she gave Sophie a time out.
The good news is that Sophie hasn’t seen fit to use the word since. We’ll see how long that lasts. In the meantime, I’m trying desperately to watch my mouth. And my husband would be wise to do the same.