Chloe and Sophie left us today, for their annual trip with Grammy to Ithaca. They couldn’t wait to go on their adventure – they had packed their bags two days ago.
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Chloe the Bard
Fireworks
There are fireworks on the fourth of July
You see their bright colors in the sky
When you hear the pop, the bang, the fizz
You look up and see them whiz
They fly all around,
And make lots of sounds
Watching from your house where you can easily see them pop
Then finally they happily ever-afterly, drop
Innocence Lost
When is it that children lose their innocence once and for all? Is it when they start paying attention to the news, and realize that most of it is negative? Is it when something bad and life-changing happens to them? Or is it when they learn that something bad and life-changing happens to one of their friends?
A Clean Room
I didn’t think it would ever happen. Chloe cleaned her room today. Really cleaned it. I can see the top of her dresser and she can now actually use her desk to write.
Raspberries
No, not the kind you eat. The kind you blow on your kids’ tummies. We had a raspberry “Name That Tune” tournament this morning.
Gymnastics!
Sophie had her gymnastics show today. She put on quite the show on the uneven bars. Enjoy!
One of Those Days
Work was a bigger chore than usual today – problems, problems, problems. I was looking forward to getting home to see my two great girls.
Hula Hoop Season
Chloe demonstrated her hula hooping prowess the other day. As she gets bigger, she gets better – although they don’t make hoops like they used to. The one she uses has a built-in aid – it’s weighted with sand (or water, I’m not sure). I still wouldn’t be able to do it myself, so kudos to my big girl. Pogo stick next?
Dotty the Ladybug
Sophie has a new pet. Her name is Dotty and she’s a ladybug. She rescued Dotty from a certain death at my mom’s pool today, keeping her safe from drowning for almost two hours. Pretty incredible.
Dotty made the voyage from Sophie’s shoulder, to my mom’s apartment and then to our house. After some Internet research, the girls determined that a moist paper towel and raisins, along with some grass, would make Dotty feel at home in her new container shelter.
What I find extraordinary about Sophie’s pet adoption is that she used to stomp on bugs. But I guess she’s decided that her future doesn’t have serial killer written in it after all. That’s a relief. I hope that Dotty thrives and manages to survive for a few days. I should probably start stocking up on replacement ladybugs just in case.
