I don’t remember much surrounding the circumstances of this photo. I know it was taken on a weekday morning, when I was snapping pictures of Sophie and Chloe to get some new images for my blogging.

I don’t think Sophie was angry about the flash in her eyes. And I don’t think she was channeling Jekyll & Hyde like she’s done in the past. In fact, I seem to recall that she was in a pretty happy mood.

Come to think of it, Sophie makes lots of funny faces. Those of you who have explored this blog before know that she’s given us some real doozies.

I like this picture. OK, it’s not particularly flattering. But it’s great for future extortion purposes (“Eat your broccoli, or I’ll send this photo over the AP Wire, with the headline ‘Psycho Toddler Runs Amok.'”). Most important, this photo makes us laugh.

I can think of some good captions. “Mommy, your sunny morning personality is blinding me.” “Chloe, do you really think this household revolves around you? Come on, get real! I am the center of this universe.” “Papa, you’re really bald. Wow. Balder than my butt cheeks.”

Enough of this silliness. It’s time for our dinner.

Chloe and Sophie live in the same house and have rooms on the same floor. But that’s not good enough for them…Chloe especially. Chloe is obsessed with having sleepovers.

She’s only had two of them in her short kid life. But she loves them. In both instances, we hosted the extended playdate and they were great fun for Chloe and her friends. Every couple of weeks she asks about having another sleepover, and we have promised that we would try to arrange another one in the near future.

In the meantime, however, Chloe wants to have a sleepover with Sophie. This poses an interesting challenge. Sophie still sleeps in a crib. Even if Sophie slept in a bed, Chloe’s bed is a twin size bed. And Chloe can’t join Sophie in Sophie’s room or vice versa, because we don’t have an aerobed.

I suppose we could eventually let the girls sleep upstairs in the attic where there’s a double bed. Or we could invest in some sleeping bags. I’m glad they love each other so much that they want to have sleepovers together. Sophie doesn’t know what sleepover means, but she’s happy to enthusiastically support any of Chloe’s suggestions.

Now that I think of it, however, Chloe should think twice about insisting on a sleepover with Sophie right now. Unless Chloe is willing to be startled awake in the dead of night by Sophie’s earth-shattering night terror screams. Be careful what you wish for, my big girl.

Sophie loves to eat. Eating makes her happy and joyful. Especially after dinner.

The pre- and post-meal contrast is startling. Before sitting down for her last meal of the day, she is usually horrendously cranky, which is not surprising – she is a toddler after all. But get some food into her, and she’s a new person. Tonight’s meal was couscous and chicken. She loved the couscous – it reminds her of rice. And like rice, couscous is messy and fun to eat. She left a trail of it all over the table, her chair and on the floor. I’m sure there was plenty of it between her toes as well.

After finishing her plate, she made the rounds of our plates, and helped herself to some more of the yummy grains. Once she had had enough, she started jumping. All over the dining room, all over the kitchen. She’s really starting to master the art of testing gravity – I don’t remember Chloe being so proficient at jumping when she was Sophie’s age.

Every night is the same. Sophie eats, Sophie’s happy. Sophie eats, Sophie sings. Sophie eats, Sophie dances and jumps. You get my point. It’s nice to know that we can rely on Sophie to bring smiles to our faces once she’s sated. Go Sophie!