Chloe refused to cuddle with me last night. I was devastated (ok, not quite devastated, but sorely disappointed). She was annoyed because we told her she had to be in bed by 9:30. But she didn’t want to go to bed.
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Finding the Proper Balance
It’s elusive. I often wish I had a sliding door in my brain so that I could simply shut out work when I wasn’t at work. Sadly, however, I don’t have such a door in my brain. And sadly, unlike Bill Clinton, I’m horribly bad at compartmentalizing.
Sophie’s a Poet, Too!
Here’s Sophie’s first official pinkmenot.com poem:
A cat was on a mat
The mat was on a bat
The bat was on a rat
And the rat was on a mat!
– by Sophie
And now we have a sibling duet full of nonsense:
Dad is awesome
But now he’s on a trip
And when he went
He went by ship
And when he was on the ship
He saw some sharks
And to make the sharks go away
He decided to make some farts
And when he farted
He ate a juicy, juicy apple
Which he married
In the ship’s chapel
While he ate the apple
He found a worm
And then he ate the worm
Which made a squirm
– by Sophie & Chloe
Seurat and Renoir
When we were at the museum the other day, I asked the girls to choose their favorite paintings in each of the galleries. Chloe unsurprisingly chose Seurat – she had written a story based on this painting back in April for her creative writing class. She was actually giving me a forced smile in this photo, because I hadn’t yet come up with the scavenger hunt idea that savaged our day at the Met and she was still pissed off at me.
Scavenger Hunt
We had a scavenger hunt at the Metropolitan Museum of Art today. The day got off to a rocky start, when Chloe realized that I hadn’t really put together a scavenger hunt. I was supposed to have researched the museum’s collection online, but that didn’t quite work out. She started to mope, which made me mope. And yet, it’s often when I mope that the lightbulbs go off in my head.
Band-Aids
We are in great danger of not spending all the money in our flexible spending account by the end of the year. There’s a lot of money to be spent, which means that in all likelihood friends and family will see me in yet another pair of glasses on January 1, 2011.
Titanic
Tonight is movie night. Chloe and I are watching “Titanic.” She’s very excited to watch “Titanic.” She likes the cursing so far.
She laughed when Rose told her fiance that the paintings she purchased were by “some artist called Picasso.” We’re raising a very cultured 9-year old.
She also got a kick out of Jack the artist’s comment about one of his drawings, “That’s the good thing about Paris. Lots of women willing to take their clothes off.” The Frenchie in her appreciated the comment – as she remarked, the kids at the beach in France like to be naked.
I love it. Heads: Chloe is a little sophisticate. She knows Picasso! Tails: Chloe is completely naive. She is still young enough to equate sensual naked French women in drawings to naked French kids on a beach!
“The Waves” by Chloe
It’s been awhile since I posted a Chloe poem. Here’s a new one and I think it’s brilliant.
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The waves from the ocean
Go up and down
They splish and splash,
And twirl around
As I watch the sun go down
I feel like I’m queen of the world
And I deserve the biggest crown
So a smile curls up, upon my lips
In the water my toes all dip
The sun goes down,
down,
down,
down
Until there’s no more light in the sky
Except for the moon
Shining way up high.
Aging
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. I don’t know where the past year has gone. Actually, I do have an inkling of where the past year has gone (work, work, work), but I can’t believe that we’re approaching the end of 2010.
Holy Halloween
Sophie had a very lucky Halloween. She was a mermaid at school the other day and today she was Belle.