I know, it’s been a week of these muscle shirt photos, and you’re all (that is, all 5 of you who read this blog regularly) groaning every time you see a new photo of the girls in their new pajamas.
Continue reading Muscle Shirt Fatigue and Webkinz Crime Part II
It’s pathetic, really. But we think that Chloe was scammed into giving her Webkinz username and password to a 2nd grader, who then accessed Chloe’s Webkinz account and proceeded to send herself, as gifts from Chloe, all of Chloe’s Webkinz virtual furniture!
This is Sophie. Preacher Sophie. Calling on the masses to listen to her words of wisdom. To commiserate with her about the travails of being a two-year old. And having the fortitude to withstand Chloe, a big sister who by turns treats her like the best thing in the world and an insufferable pest.
You know you’re in trouble when your beautiful 7-year old daughter goes to a fashion show-themed birthday party and comes home with an “Extreme Plump” Lip Gloss kit.
A few comments about the ridiculousness of this picture:
(1) The crib was totally sagging on the right side as soon as my husband climbed into it.
We’ve had a bit of an epiphany over the last week. When our kids watch less television, they’re a lot more enjoyable. You’d think that two highly educated adults like my husband and me would have discovered this a long time ago – we certainly don’t live in a bubble. But TV is convenient. And it’s a free babysitter, as much as I hate to fess up to using it in that way.
The girls look so sweet here. Harmless, loving little girls who love each other very much, and who love their mommy and daddy very much.
I am probably going to kick myself in the morning for writing about this again. But hell, I have nothing really to lose. Perhaps if I write about last night, the gods will be with us again tonight. Otherwise, I’ll look back on this blog entry as the ultimate jinx.
These jeans are not unlike the jeans Chloe put on this morning. Back in September, when she and I went shopping for school clothes, I convinced her that a pair of jeans was an essential piece in any well-dressed person’s wardrobe.
I first wrote about Sophie’s recent difficulties sleeping through the night a few days ago. But I feel it needs mention again, since it’s now about 11:30 pm on Saturday night, and I am afraid to go to sleep.
The last three nights IN A ROW have been horrible, and last night capped it off. Little Sophie woke up two times – once at 1:30 AM and again at 4:00 AM. Screaming. For the whole world to hear.
