We all survived the night camping out as a family in our living room. By the way, this is the closest we will ever come to real camping. I felt about 10 years older when I woke up, thanks to the fact that my legs, too long for the corner of the couch I was sleeping on, were completely cramped. Our power was still out when we awoke (and still is and likely will be for days and days and days) and fallen branches were everywhere, but we were safe.
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Camping Out Together
We’re all going to sleep in the living room at the girls’ request. Indeed, we’re all a little scared. The wind has picked up and is howling persistently and viciously, and the trees seem to be hanging on by a thread. The only bit of good news so far is that we haven’t had a lot of rain.
The Storm is Fast Approaching
And making itself heard. The wind has increased exponentially since a couple of hours ago, and a first tree branch (small, thankfully) has fallen on our roof with a thud.
The Calm Before the Storm
After 2011’s Hurricane Irene flooded our basement and the Snowtober nightmare caused us to lose power for a week (and ruined Halloween), we resolved to waterproof our basement and buy a generator. And then life got in the way and we didn’t waterproof our basement or buy a generator.
High School Musical Redux
Five years ago, Chloe absolutely loved the “High School Musical” movies. She wasn’t a singer or a dancer, but she adored the songs and the dancing. I’m not sure how many times I saw the first movie (she watched it multiple times), but she eventually grew out of them and they became a distant memory for me.
Happy 5th Birthday, PinkMeNot!
It’s hard for me to believe that PinkMeNot is now five years old. I never thought that I’d last this long – I had given myself a couple of years at most since I tend to lose interest in hobbies pretty quickly. And yet, here I am. Continuing to chronicle the antics of our daughters and my personal victories and struggles as a mom experiencing an extended mid-life crisis. Writing about happy times and sad times, silly girls and serious girls, and everything in between.
A Little Reminiscing
We rediscovered this adorable video of a 2-year old Sophie dancing to music from “High School Musical.” Watching it, we realized that Chloe was 7 years old at the time, Sophie’s age now. It truly is amazing how quickly time flies.
Some things, however, have not changed. Sophie’s hair is still just as curly, just a lot longer. And she still has two of her “security” towels, albeit riddled with holes, and her cherished lamb, Shirley.
Sophie’s Smarts
I’ve always thought that little Sophie would not be nearly as academic as Chloe. She’s smart, but not interested in learning. Sophie is the social butterfly and Chloe is the intellectual, and never the twain shall meet, so to speak.
Chloe Just Spit at Me
And she just spit at me again. Because I won’t let her use MY computer. And because the iPad isn’t good enough for her. And she doesn’t like surfing the Web on her iTouch. Chloe complains a lot.
National Bosses’ Day
I learned that it was National Bosses’ Day today when I received a call from the receptionist at my office that a delivery had arrived for me. Without a clue as to who could possibly be sending me a gift – other than knowing that it was not my dear husband – the only thought I had was that it was some vendor attempting to catch my attention with some lame giveaway.