It’s been a Sophie movie weekend. Lots of talent on display. First the puppet show and now a musical interlude. She had to deal with the distraction of my horrendous singing voice (luckily for all of you, it’s not very loud) and Chloe bombarding her with a flying disc towards the end of the clip. But our little one’s a trooper and she stuck it out until the end.
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It’s the Lamb Chop Show…
…a la Sophie. We not only have a future Olympian long jumper on our hands, we may also have a future Shari Lewis in the making. In this episode of the Sophie Show, blue sock has lost its mommy.
Time for Another Chloe Poem
It was a pity
That my ditty
Did not work
It went beserk
While it was getting published
By the weird old clerk.
It got sold
It fell in mold
And it got old.
That’s the end of my ditty.
It is a real pity
That it’s the end of my ditty.
Follow the Leader
It was another beautiful pre-spring day and when I came home from work, Chloe asked to go for a walk. Never one to refuse a request by my sedentary children to move their legs, we took a lovely stroll around the block, inviting one of Sophie’s little friends and her mom to join us.
Join us they did. And Chloe, ever preparing for her future as the neighborhood babysitter, proceeded to teach the two 3-year olds how to play “Follow the Leader.” And for a while, it worked like gangbusters. They were jumping like frogs, skipping like stones and running like the wind. Until Sophie decided that she didn’t feel like listening to her big sister anymore.
I love the spring. I love my girls. I love when they play together in harmony, even when it lasts for mere minutes.
I’m a Star
Sophie the starlet has discovered the joys of pink sunglasses. Pink of course – just to torment me, the creator of the “Pink Me Not” blog.
Everything about her is pink and neat, and prim and proper. Her older sister, on the other hand, has been wearing the same stained blue winter jacket (pictured) for the past several months, indifferent to the
fact that everyone has noticed how filthy it is. By the way, it’s not for lacking of washing the putrid thing. It’s just that it’s been worn every single winter day for the past two years. She’s dyed it chocolate many times – quite successfully, considering she wasn’t aiming for an intentional color change.
I’m tempted to throw it out tonight while she’s sleeping. But that’s a risky idea. Not sure how she’d react if she couldn’t find it tomorrow. And I really don’t want to deal with her wrath in the morning – my least favorite time of the day. I may propose a symbolic burial ceremony to her instead…
Tidal Wave
Chloe was taking a bath upstairs. I was in the kitchen, helping to prepare dinner. Suddenly, I heard a drip, drip sound. It didn’t register right away. A couple of minutes later, the drip, drip sound was more like a torrent of water. I look up towards the corner of the kitchen, thinking to myself, “it’s not raining. What the hell?”
Then I remembered. Chloe was taking a bath upstairs. Sure enough, Papa bounds up the stairs and beholds the bathroom floor – saturated with water. I heard some yells. “What were you doing, Chloe? What were you thinking?” Chloe tells us that she was just splashing “a little.” Then she demonstrated with a little more accuracy and enthusiasm.
Needless to say, our ceiling isn’t waterproof. And if our big girl ever pulls that shit again, she’ll learn what a tidal wave is really like.
Down By the River
You know spring is approaching when Sophie pulls out the sunglasses and walks around the park along the river like a starlet. Believe me, it was cold out there. My ears were freezing. But the girls didn’t mind. They ran around the playground and explored the shores of the river, collecting sea glass. Lots and lots of sea glass.
And they were happy scampering and frolicking. And I was happy watching them. I love my girls. And I love their smiles.
Chloe went to a friend’s house last night for a sleepover. They went to bed at 11pm and Chloe woke up at 5:30 in the morning. And promptly woke up her friend (even though she claims her friend woke up “on her own.”). Needless to say, by the end of the evening she was wiped. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen her so tired – she was passed out at my mom’s by 7:45 pm.
The Scream…
…or how to demonstrate to your parents the orthodontia that will be required to fix your child’s teeth.
Granted, Chloe is still a little young. But every time she opens her mouth, my heart skips a beat. At about the time we will have finished paying off our cars, we’ll probably have to start shelling out heaps of cash to deal with Chloe’s years of thumbsucking.
I get agita whenever I think about it. I can only hope that Sophie will be spared future mouth torture. The problem with Sophie is that she’s a scaredy cat. When we took her to the dentist a couple of months ago, she wouldn’t let him come near her mouth. She threw a fit like I rarely see her throw. Which leads me to the realization that if she continues on the path of dentist as mortal enemy, she won’t need orthodontia, because she won’t have any teeth left to fix. Depending on how you look at it, that wouldn’t necessarily be such a bad thing. I mean, if we want to save money, great. If we don’t want our little girl to look like a 90-year old woman who forgot to put in her false teeth, not so great. But life is all about compromises, right?
The Week is Almost Over
And I’m so glad. These days, it seems like I’m constantly counting the hours until the weekend. And the countdown generally starts as soon as I go to bed on Sunday night. At least the stock market is on a roll. Three days of gains in a row. I’d forgotten what that was like.
And Tiger Woods is playing golf again. I hope he’ll still be around this weekend so I can enjoy watching him on our new TV! Which should be delivered tomorrow. “Yippee yay!” as little Sophie would say.
The Ides of March are approaching, which means that the year is almost a quarter of the way over. And tomorrow is our second Friday the 13th in a row. That’s a pretty rare occurrence. I’m not particularly superstitious, but when you think about it, it’s not bad timing, considering the crappy year we’ve had so far.
Enough of These Silly Photos!
Sophie had her Cyclops moment yesterday. Now it’s Chloe’s turn for her silly face, which makes me wonder how she might look when she’s 80. Actually, this photo makes me think of Benjamin Button. Old person in 8-year old’s body.
The girls would be in heaven if I allowed them to take these crazy pictures everyday. I have rarely seen them laugh as much as with this Photo Booth program. They crack themselves up every time I take a picture.
Chloe was initially excited about one effect that turned her chin into what looked like a miniature butt – (with a crack, too). Until she thought about it for an extra minute and realized that if she went ahead and took it, the photo would likely end up on this blog. Oh well. I was all about the chin butt. Next time, perhaps. Because you know that there will definitely be a next time…