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Sophie Has a Crush


Sophie has a crush.  We were just watching the recap of American Idol’s Adam Lambert performing “Born to Be Wild,” when Sophie exclaimed, “I like him.  He’s cute.  He’s my boyfriend.”  She repeated herself five times for emphasis. 

No matter that he’s purportedly gay and wouldn’t harbor romantic feelings for the fairer sex.  She loves him.  She truly loves him. She loves him so much, in fact, that I think his video has supplanted the You Tube video of “Ding Dong the Witch is Dead” in her fave rankings.  And that’s saying quite a lot, since she’s watched the latter a gazillion times.  Go Adam! 

Chloe, For Real

Finally.  A photo of Chloe that doesn’t involve special effects.  She’s smiling because she had just finished her Easter egg hunt.  This year, the clues were scrambled words.  Once unscrambled, she had the location of the egg.  It was a difficult puzzle and I was a little nervous that she’d lose patience and cause a scene.  But she rose to the challenge and with a little bit of help, she found all of her eggs.  

The other kids, however, managed to scoop up all 100+ eggs and assorted treats in record time.  The older children hogged the backyard, while Sophie and her little friend each struggled to grab a handful. Next year, we’ll have to organize two separate hunts – one for the little ones and one for the big ones.  But Sophie was happy nonetheless, and proceeded to scarf down all of her candy in about 5 minutes flat.  Chloe displayed a little more restraint.  She finished her candy in about 7 minutes.
Notice how Chloe is wearing her famously filthy winter jacket.  She can’t seem to part with it.  But the bigger story is that at 10 am on April 12, 2009, it was freezing outside.  Literally (well, almost – I think the temperature hit a balmy 39 degrees).  Yet another reason why I’m excited for our vacation.

Countdown to Disney

One short week left to go.  Some may find it odd that I’ve been talking so much about this upcoming vacation, which many people likely think is an absolutely cringeworthy choice for a week away.  “That’s no vacation!” would be the common refrain.  While it is true that we will probably return from this trip even more exhausted (in my case, I honestly don’t know if that’s possible, considering how tired I am) than we were before we left, I don’t remember the last time I was this excited about a trip.  Well, that’s not true.  The last time I was this excited about a trip was the last time we went on vacation two years ago.  That trip was notable because it was our first cruise, and because the first half of it was spent dealing with the wrath of a horrible storm back home that flooded our basement.  I sincerely hope that next week’s voyage will dispense with any similar drama.

Needless to say, we leave in one week.  And as a testament to the fact that I’m not the only crazy person in my household to be eagerly anticipating this trip, all four of us are basically packed.  That’s right.  With the exception of toiletries, we’re just about ready to go.
Crazy, right?  You don’t know the half of it.  We have NEVER packed ahead of time, for anything.  NEVER.  Not in almost 20 years of togetherness and 15 years of marriage.  With the girls, the procrastination has only been worse than it was pre-kids.  But here we are.  Packed.  Ready to leave tomorrow.  See – I am not the only one in this household who’s ready to go.  Even my anti-Disney husband has jumped on the bandwagon.  Which makes him even more desperate to get away than me…

Chloe Won’t Let Me Take Her Photo

So I’m stuck using these silly photos instead.  She told me she didn’t care, and when I told her I would document and immortalize her indifference in my blog, she grinned.  
Tomorrow morning we’re hosting an Easter egg hunt for our neighbors’ kids.  And guess who’s organizing it?  The Jew in the family (albeit the heathen non-believing Jew).  Moi.  I don’t quite know how that happened, but it’s pretty ironic if you ask me.  
Anyway, I have at least 75 eggs filled with chocolate that my neighbor and I will scatter around our backyard tomorrow morning.  If I am unsuccessful taking candid photos of Chloe searching for treasures, my lame photographer credentials will indeed be sealed.  

It’s Friday and I’m Wiped

Because I’m so tired, this is going to be a rambling blog entry.  No theme or rhyme or reason. I’m really running  low on photos of Chloe.  I’ll have to take more this weekend.  Nine more days until Disney World.  Can’t wait.  Sophie just farted and asked me if I liked her “proute” (French for fart) and her stinky toes.  Lovely.  I’m 40 years old and my life is reduced to daughters who happily fart and offer up their stinky feet as a present.

I cannot wait to go on vacation.  It’s been a long time.  I’ve taken time off from work, of course – but other than our headache-inducing two-day trip to Great Wolf Lodge last summer, we haven’t gone anywhere in two years.  I think I’ve already mentioned that fact at least ten times on this blog, which I suppose serves as proof that I am DESPERATE to get away.  
Tomorrow I am going to pamper myself with a manicure and pedicure in preparation for our trip.  And tomorrow evening we’re dropping the girls off at our babysitter for a few hours so that we can go to dinner and a non-animated movie.  Yippee.  TGIF.

My Little Sophie

Sophie makes me laugh.  She is warm, loving and funny.  Very funny.   She has a bit of the performer in her, and as Chloe and I were watching “American Idol” tonight, I began to wonder, what if?

What if little Sophie turned into superstar Sophie?  I don’t think she’d be a singer.  Her voice is not very good.  She might end up a songwriter, however, because she’s constantly making up new lyrics to old tunes.  She’s even a bit of a poet, albeit one with a 3-year old vocabulary.  However, I don’t think there’s much superstardom in poetry unless she turns out to be the female Shakespeare of her generation (in which case the fame would likely come post-mortem and be meaningless anyway).  She’s a talented puppeteer and a fairly decent manipulator of emotions – the latter talent might lead to a successful career as an actress.  Once she’s mastered what the letters of the alphabet look like, she might write a bestselling novel, although I think Chloe would be more likely to pen the next literary masterpiece.  If all else fails, Sophie unabashedly loves to shake her booty, as several videos on this blog have demonstrated.  As long as that doesn’t lead to an illustrious pole dancing career, I’d be fine with a dancer in the family.

Finally, a Photo of Chloe

Admittedly, it’s not one of her best.  But at least she’s smiling.  Is it possible that the hormones of girls today kick in earlier than they did when I was a kid?  Because she’s one moody creature these days.

Kind of how I think I probably acted when I hit adolescence.  But not how I acted at 8!  Then again, it’s possible my selective memory is in overdrive.  I suppose I also might have been a horror at 8.  
For example, I asked her an innocent question tonight at dinner and she barked at me and made ugly faces.  I wasn’t even criticizing her (which I am admittedly apt to do).  If I weren’t a peace-loving person, I would have been tempted to flex my muscles.  Instead I chose to ignore her and glare at her. Mature, I know.  But sometimes reverting to 8-year old behavior works wonders.
I find myself wondering – on a more frequent basis – what Chloe will be like in a few years.  Will she be a generally good, confident, trouble-free kid?  Will she be less hard on herself when she’s better able to keep things in perspective?  Or will she remain intense and self-critical?  I see so much of myself in her – many of the good things, but also some of the traits I wish I didn’t possess.  I guess only time will tell.
In the meantime, she and Sophie were battling to see who could annoy the other one the fastest.  Sophie, on one side, chanting “I win! I win!” over and over again, to an increasingly frustrated Chloe, who wanted nothing more than to shut her little sister up.  After failing to silence Sophie with physical antics, Chloe got smart.  And started chanting back, “You’re annoying!  You’re annoying!”  For a solid 5 minutes, the two of them performed a cacophonous
symphony.  Until they got bored with each other.  The joy of youth.

Sophie Dances Again

I know, I know.  You’ve seen a lot of Sophie lately.  But if I’m being honest, 3-year old antics seem to lend themselves to funnier material than 8-year old follies – especially these days.  I am no longer able to convince Chloe to dance in front of the camera.  But Sophie – she’s another story.  No scruples whatsoever.  In this video, Sophie, dressed as Minnie Mouse, is like Shirley Temple channeling Marilyn Monroe.  You’ll understand the allusion once you’ve viewed the entire 25-second clip.

Chloe’s Riddle

OK – this is not a photo of Chloe, even though tonight’s entry revolves around her.  However, I’m currently out of good Chloe photos, so enjoy this photo of Sophie making yet another silly face.  

Chloe’s most recent brainteaser:
You’re stuck in a room with no windows and no doors.  All you have is a bat and a mirror.  How do you get out of the room?  
(Think hard.  This is a tough one.  It’s not for the weak of mind.)
(Had enough?  Stumped?)  
Answer:  Use the bat to break the mirror in half.  Because two halves make a “(w)hole.”
She’s been recounting it to everyone she meets.  So far, no one has been able to come up with the right answer.