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Silly Geese

These are my silly geese. My father used to call me “silly goose” all the time, and now my girls are the silly birds.

This is a photo of Chloe and Sophie being particularly silly. Shaking their booties, and dancing on the coffee table to music playing solely in their heads.

They were also playing “ghost” that evening. It’s a new game, a variation of running around the house. Papa has to participate because he’s the ghost. He puts a blanket over his head and chases after them. If I watch them too intently, especially Sophie, who is like a whirling dervish, I get dizzy.

Sophie apparently has a beau. He’s a bit older than she is, but they had a date at the park today. According to our babysitter, it went very well. They hit it off so well, in fact, that the chaperones accompanied them to McDonald’s for lunch. Sophie enjoyed sharing her chicken nuggets with him. It sounds like they’ll be seeing more of each other. I think we’ll meeting his parents soon.

And as a coda to the Webkinz scam story of the other day, the assistant principal at Chloe’s school spoke to the girl’s father, who promised to mete out punishment. In the meantime, the girl freely admitted what she had done, and apparently saw nothing wrong with it. She simply needed to replenish her Webkinz dollars and was obviously too lazy to play Webkinz games to earn her own money.

Muscle Shirts

Sophie struck the perfect pose in this photo – the “muscle shirt” pose. They’re both wearing new pajamas – and had I known they looked like that, I might not have bought them.

And by the way, I did not instruct Sophie to pose in that manner. She thought of it all by herself.

When I saw her do that, the Village People immediately came to mind. Except her arms aren’t as toned as theirs were.

She had her biannual checkup the other day and she’s doing well. Needs to eat more iron-rich foods – spinach, anyone? – and gained a little more weight than she should have, but otherwise she’s perfect. We’ve put her on a diet. Just kidding. But we are watching her daily intake a little more closely. She’s much more active than Chloe was at her age, so I’m not too concerned. But still, we do want to be careful.

When we told the doctor we weren’t planning to start her in nursery school in the fall, the doctor (whom we adore) could barely contain her disappointment. “She’ll be three, you know. It’s important for her to start socializing…” We didn’t tell her that we weren’t ready to spend money both on a babysitter (which we’d still need pretty much all day) plus preschool – even if it were part-time. Sophie is getting plenty of stimulation when she spends time with her little girlfriends at our babysitter’s house on Mondays. And God knows, she’s getting more than enough stimulation from Chloe. And from TV (but we won’t mention that).

The Things We Do For Love

Tomorrow morning, I will have the pleasure of waking up at about 6:45 AM in order to prepare myself to go register Chloe for summer camp. My neighbor, also a dedicated mother, is joining me to register her son as well. We are leaving at 7:30 AM.

It’s a YMCA day camp, and if you don’t register on the one day of their open registration, you’re basically screwed. With a bit of luck, we get there early enough to avoid the huge line, and we’ll be in and out quickly. And our dear children will have marvelous, enriching summers. Because, god forbid, if we don’t provide them with entertaining, unforgettable summers, our kids will end up in therapy for the rest of their lives.

Truthfully, the number of camp options is overwhelming. There are fancy-schmancy day camps that cost upwards of $5K, there are reasonably priced Y camps, there are the camps run by the town and the public schools. There’s the local art museum day camp, there are dancing and acting camps. There are enough local camps that if we lived in a warmer climate, and we didn’t care about whether Chloe attended school, she could go to a different camp every week of the year.

The Invasion of the Chloe Monster


Chloe invaded our marital bed last night. At about 3 AM. And woke us up. Except my husband fell right back asleep and I, of course, did not.

She sprawled out between us. And between the constant squirming, and the noise of her mouth sucking on her thumb, I couldn’t get back to sleep. I was extremely frustrated, as you can imagine. I had been fast asleep. It was pleasant.

After a 1/2 hour of doing my best to refrain from kicking her – intentionally – I threw off the covers and got up to leave to sleep elsewhere. Chloe sensed I was getting up, and kindly invited me to sleep in her bed. Gee, thanks. Why are you sleeping in your bed, I wanted to yell.

But I’m the mommy, and I can’t kick my lovely offspring – intentionally – and I can’t yell. So I moped out of MY bedroom at 3:30 AM, and into her cold bed (her room is always a few degrees cooler than ours). I still couldn’t fall asleep, so I read a little. Until 4 AM or so.

Little miss princess Chloe slept cozily in our bed until 7:15 AM and woke up happy and rested. I had dark circles under my eyes. The joys of parenting.

Spelling Bee

Chloe has her first-ever spelling bee on Friday. She’s supposed to study the spelling words she’s accumulated in class over the last few months, and we started our preparations this evening. She spelled word after word after word. And in a tribute to the movie “Akeelah and the Bee,” which we watched together a couple of weeks ago, we stuck to the most difficult words from her lists.

But she was more interested in singing the spelling than actually spelling the words correctly. So she spent most of her time misspelling and then respelling. But she had fun, and I did a good job of maintaining a calm demeanor (the spelling coaching does get kind of boring after a few minutes, but I will admit to enjoying that more than some of her arts & crafts projects).

In the meantime, we’re making good progress with Matilda by Roald Dahl. We haven’t laughed out loud as much as we did the first time, but we’re enjoying it a whole lot. The downside is that Matilda’s precocious reading hasn’t really inspired Chloe to read much on her own, but that will come with time. I just know it will.

Ode to the Baby Bottle

Could it really be true?
A plethora of bottles, green, purple and blue.
They’ve been a part of our lives since 2001
But since March 29, 2008 we are finally done.

Sophie has spent the last three nights

Reading books instead of setting her sights
On her bottle. The going has been a little tough,
but tonight was the first night she seemed to say “enough.”

There were no tears, she went to her crib with a smile.

And I think we can finally donate the bottles to the recycling pile.
They served Chloe and Sophie well, for seven long years,
But it’s time to say Au revoir, Auf wiedersehen, Good riddance and Cheers!

Spring is in the Air

Spring is in the air. The sun is on board in any case. The temperature, not so much. But it’s amazing what a difference one year makes.

Chloe took out her bike this afternoon. Last year at this time, she was still unsteady on two wheels and needed help getting started. Not only did Chloe not need any help this time around, she rode around the block and then to the nearby playground – all told probably close to two miles.

Now, that may not sound like much. But for Chloe, that’s huge. She’d still sit in a stroller if she could – she’s a bit of a lazy butt, truth be told. Today, however, she was the queen of bicycles. She reigned over the road (because the sidewalks in town are impossible to navigate on two feet, let alone two wheels), and did so (mostly) responsibly.

And when she took a spill (she did so twice), there were no tears. There would have been tears, and lots of them, last year. But this year, she picked herself up and her bike up, smiled, and rode away.

And after an afternoon where she challenged us with her less-than-stellar behavior, the bike ride did wonders for her attitude. She was happy and calm for the remainder of the day. Her endorphins had a workout and it showed.

The question I have now is whether she’ll maintain her enthusiasm for this mode of transportation, now that she has seemingly mastered it. Only time will tell. But if the grin she wore during her outing is any indication, I may have to buy myself a bike too…