Another milestone for my little blog. I just noticed that I’ve written 700 posts since October 2007. Pretty incredible, if you ask me.
Tomorrow is yet another snow day for the girls. Sophie is obviously very excited about a bonus day with no school. Chloe was excited too, until I told her she could not have a friend over for a sleepover. Some of us do have to work tomorrow, you know.
I’ve always said that February and March are my least favorite months. February 2010 will be remembered for way too much snow. And now that we’re just a few short days before March, freezing rain is pouring down and there’s apparently more snow to come before the week is out.
I despise the winter. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. I think I was born to live in a place without winter. Unfortunately, I have not yet fulfilled my destiny on the weather front.
Sophie did venture outside the other day with her Papa to build a snowman. But he’s French, so he doesn’t know how to make a snowman. The snowman had a bottom and a middle, but no top. They made a mutant snowman. They used milk container caps for the eyes and that was cute. But the missing head is very disturbing. I’m glad it’s starting to melt.
I be funny. I shake my booty. I go to Grammy’s. I play with Mommy and Daddy. I like to bug people. I like to swim in Grammy’s apartment. I have with everyone. Shirley and Bone-Bone and everything are my favorite stuffed animals.
I like to burp. I like to prout (that’s French for fart). I be very fun. I like Mommy’s glasses since they have purple on them. I like to be a cat. I like to do somersaults and swinging and the balance beam.
I like to play with my friends. I like princess movies. I like to have straight hair. I like to wear dresses. I like pink. My favorite game is Dora on the Wii.
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That’s the extent of my first interview with Sophie. 4-year olds are great.
Chloe had her annual check-up today. All is well. But when the doctor and I started talking about the onset of puberty Chloe asked, “does that mean when you have a love interest?” Both the pediatrician and I did a double-take.
Chloe had a grin on her face – proud of her extensive knowledge of vocabulary. Sorry to burst your bubble, darling. Puberty is when your body starts doing funky things, like growing hair in previously unhairy places, and you’re even moodier than usual.
I know, you’re all thinking, Chloe’s only 9. But we’ve noticed some preliminary signs that she’s getting closer – terrifying thought.
Although Chloe is getting older, she still acts like a baby when it comes to shots. She wasn’t expecting any today and when she found out she was going to be pricked, the tears started to flow. When she found out she was going to be pricked more than once, the tears flowed even more. Post-shots, she remarked that it wasn’t all that bad after all. Our doctor is no dummy, however. She made a note to order both girls the flu vaccine in mist form for next season.
There she is. Cousin Lucy. She’s about a year older than Chloe. Lucy is a great dog. Very well trained, very loving. She and Chloe had a nice time together. Chloe did all the talking and Lucy did all the barking. A match made in heaven.
We went on a Texan adventure today. Drove a couple of hours east of Austin to Blue Bell Creameries, home of the third largest ice cream producer in the United States (after Dreyer’s, aka Edy’s, and Breyers). Those of us who live in the northeast aren’t familiar with them, because they sell to 18 states in the southern half of the United States. But their ice cream is yummy! We went on a tour of the factory and saw the workers (of whom there were far fewer than I expected) packaging the treats. Most of it is automated and very streamlined – no Lucy/Ethel shenanigans there.
Chloe and I are visiting my brother and his wife in Austin, TX. Chloe really likes it here. We took their dog, Lucy, to a dog park this morning and she went crazy in the lake fetching the tennis ball. Chloe refrained from joining Lucy in the lake, but happily ran after her along the trails.
This is what one of the trees on our property looked like as the snow was falling the other night. It was so very peaceful and white. No traffic, no people. Just snowflakes.
