I am sitting on Chloe’s bed, hanging out with her as she cleans, yes cleans, her room. And not only is she cleaning her room, she’s doing so out of her own volition. I did not ask her to do it as I’d given up, waiting to see how long it would take her to get fed up with her pigsty.
Category Archives: Chief Mom Officer Musings
Magic Kisses
I learned tonight that Sophie used to think my kisses were magic. She revealed this earlier this evening when she complained to my husband about something that was bothering her. He asked her if she wanted a kiss to make it feel better and she declined his generous offer, remarking that my magic kisses – not his – used to make the boo-boos go away. I certainly don’t recall my kisses having that kind of effect on her. But it’s nice to know my little one thinks they are so special.
Saving Chloe from Her Backpack
Chloe had her annual physical yesterday. Aside from the fact that she can’t touch her toes (this lack of flexibility inherited from her papa) and that it looks like the right side of her back is raised higher than her left (don’t be too alarmed – the doctor isn’t particularly concerned), she’s in tip top shape.
Happy Valentine’s Day
Sophie was extremely disappointed that the clothes I picked out for her this morning consisted of jeans and a blue and green striped shirt. According to her, I have absolutely no clue about how to dress for Valentine’s Day. So my little fashionista picked out her own holiday-themed outfit today and made sure to wear a big heart necklace and two heart rings, and a new dress that’s meant for summer. And lots of pink, of course.
The Hoarder
Sophie is a self-admitted hoarder. She announced this morning that she is actively maintaining the following collections:
What Chloe Has to Say About Turning 12
Tomorrow is Chloe’s birthday and it’s hard to believe she will be 12 years old. Sophie and I asked Chloe a series of questions about her upcoming birthday:
How Do You Get Babies?
I told the girls that our friends are pregnant with their fourth kid. Sophie was perplexed. “How’d they get so many kids?” she asked. “Did they go to the store?”
We’re Not as Nice as We Used to Be
According to Sophie, that is. Who was extremely disappointed in us yesterday for not stocking the freezer with any ice cream she liked. I returned home from a long day in New York to Sophie lying on the kitchen floor in tears, despondent, because “there’s no good ice cream!”
Nostalgia
I spent a couple of hours yesterday sifting through videos of the girls from a few years ago, attempting to cull the garbage from the footage we absolutely must keep.
Chloe. Period.
The subject line says it all. And she’s fine with it and proud of it (always cool to be the first in something among friends) and curious about it.