Our little monster is eight years old today. To celebrate her birthday, she’s bringing Munchkins to school and having a small slumber party. We plan to tire the girls out by taking them to dinner and a movie (“Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs 2”) before they wreak havoc in their pajamas.
Category Archives: Sentimental Blather
Friends
I’ve been thinking a bit about friends lately – what it means to have them, what it means to keep them and how important they are, especially for young girls.
Grow Up Already. Or Not?
Sophie will be eight years old in September. She’s getting taller by the hour, multiplying numbers I never knew she could even add together, using words I didn’t know she’d ever heard before, drawing pictures I would never be able to draw myself…
Chloe Betwixt and Between
Chloe and I went to see “The Great Gatsby” this afternoon. I had to wait for her to finish reading the book, which she finally accomplished yesterday. We both enjoyed the movie very much and were pleasantly surprised by how faithful it was to the original text, despite the contemporary soundtrack (which, by the way, is excellent) and a superfluous Nick Carraway framing device. Chloe didn’t understand why some critics thought the movie was too over the top – she thought the characters and atmosphere Fitzgerald portrayed were completely over the top and that the film captured the debauched extravagance and immorality of the era quite well.
Observations About My Growing Girls
I’ve been thinking quite a bit about Chloe and Sophie recently. I always think about them, mind you. It’s just that I’ve also been observing them a little more closely than usual.
For My Family on Mother’s Day
When I was in high school, I was convinced that I’d remain single, own a beautiful apartment in Manhattan and save lives as a neurosurgeon. When I started college, I changed my career goal. Realizing that I wasn’t cut out to deal with life and death situations on a daily basis, I was convinced I’d become a diplomat and live a life of adventure in exotic locales.
Thoughts of My Dad on His Birthday
71 – that’s how old my dad would have been had he still been alive today.
13 – that’s how many years he’s been buried in the ground.
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.
I Don’t Want Them To Go!
Sophie is distraught. She has just been confronted with the mortality of the two burp cloths that have served as her security blankets since she was born.
Happy 5th Birthday, PinkMeNot!
It’s hard for me to believe that PinkMeNot is now five years old. I never thought that I’d last this long – I had given myself a couple of years at most since I tend to lose interest in hobbies pretty quickly. And yet, here I am. Continuing to chronicle the antics of our daughters and my personal victories and struggles as a mom experiencing an extended mid-life crisis. Writing about happy times and sad times, silly girls and serious girls, and everything in between.