Last night, Sophie read. And read. And read. All of “Polly’s Pink Pajamas.” As she progressed in the story, her smile grew wider. She required very little help and took the time to tap out her words. She was enjoying herself.
This is a huge milestone for our little baby. And I am so proud of her. If she remains this motivated for the remainder of the school year, she’ll be reading Harry Potter in no time.
Sophie has a few best friends. But Ella is one of Sophie’s very, very special friends. They’ve been best buddies for about three years now. When Ella and Sophie are together, there are lots of laughs and hugs.
I took this photo of Sophie with my new iPhone. It is one very cool device. I stayed up late last night to set it up and download all sorts of fun things. I also got to know Siri, my new personal assistant, to whom I am currently dictating this blog post. Siri is very helpful, although she doesn’t always understand what we ask her. She was, however, able to get me movie listings and the weather report. She did some addition for Chloe and told Sophie that her favorite color was greenish. Before my new toy I was already sleep deprived. My new friend is definitely not going to cure it.
Sophie loves her spelling homework. Here’s what she has to say about it.
“The word scramble is really, really fun.” In the word scramble challenge, Sophie chooses five of the week’s spelling words, scrambles the letters and asks me to unscramble them correctly. If I succeed, I get a star.
Papa took the girls apple picking yesterday. I was working while trying to stay conscious in bed, sick as a dog for the first time in a couple of years. I had a flu shot last Thursday and this is the second time I’ve become sick within a day or two of receiving the immunization. Am I paranoid or is there something to that rather peculiar timing?
Chloe has a best friend. It’s not her sister. Indeed, her best friend is not a fellow human. It’s her iTouch. Chloe pays tribute to Steve Jobs (RIP) everyday with her quasi-permanent electronic appendage. She is addicted to it and it is addicted to her.
Last night, in an effort to convince us to play a game with her, Chloe righteously exclaimed, “I can’t believe you don’t want to play with me. You both should be happy I want to hang out with you. My friends don’t ever want to hang out with their parents. You need to take advantage of this while you can, because when I’m 14 I won’t want to be seen with you.”
Chloe is unhappy with me because she wrote a parody of Katy Perry’s “Firework” that I told her I’d like to include as tonight’s blog entry. However, she wanted to juxtapose her masterpiece with the lyrics to the actual song. And I refused. Mostly because that song sucks.
I love my girls’ schools. I just got home from Chloe’s Back to School Night and every year, I’m reminded of how lucky they are. Yes, there is undue emphasis on standardized testing (thanks again, President George Bush, Jr.). Yes, our are schools are constantly struggling with budget cuts. But, despite it all…
Chloe saved Sophie from herself when Sophie, your average, literal 6-year old, wanted to name her stuffed unicorn “Horny.” Chloe burst out laughing when she heard the name and suggested to her little sister that the name would be a little challenging for the unicorn to carry.
