And I feel like I’m living on another planet. Called the Peaceful Loving Sibling planet. It’s a strange feeling not having to raise my voice to yell at Chloe and Sophie for yelling at each other.
Category Archives: Frazzled Working Mom’s Fleeting Moments (2007-2013)
1,200 Posts
It’s a PinkMeNot milestone today. This is my 1,200th blog post. Hard to believe I’ve stuck with it for as long as I have. The girls provide good material. It’s easy to write when you always have something to write about.
Sophie Disappeared
Until tonight, either Papa or I would put Sophie to bed. This has been the daily routine since she was born (unless she was with my mom). We wouldn’t necessarily read to her every night, but at the very least one of us would go upstairs to tuck her in and give her a good night kiss.
The Passage of Time
Chloe made an interesting, bittersweet observation earlier today while we were out shopping.
Completely out of the blue, she remarked, not without a tinge of sadness, “Sophie and I won’t really hang out a lot together once we’re teenagers.”
I Love My Girls
I’ve said plenty it of times before and I’ll say it again and again. I love my girls.
They are smart, funny, confident, exasperating, tenacious, enthusiastic, caring, impatient, energetic, crazy…and they’re all mine.
Revelation
I had a small epiphany while we were at dinner tonight.
Chloe was wearing her annoyed face because I told her she had to wait until she was at least 13 or 14 before she could watch “The Black Swan.” We’ve had this conversation before and she insisted that I once told her she could watch it when she was 12.
I have no recollection of saying that, and if I did, I should be reported to the authorities – because what was I thinking?
In any case, Chloe was pissed off at my alleged change to the minimum age for this movie. So she was pouting big time.
Papa then started to imitate her grouchy face. And it was perfect. He nailed the downturned mouth. And for a couple of seconds, there was no doubting the father-daughter connection.
77 and Four 4s
Chloe’s math teacher gave the kids a challenge. Using the number 4 exactly four times in an equation, arrive at the numbers 1-100 in the answers.
I Love You So
“I love you so.” That’s what Sophie and I say to each other. It’s a very simple phrase and, in of itself, there’s nothing incredibly special about it. But I just adore the inflection in her voice when she responds, “I love you so, too.” It’s warm and fuzzy, and makes me want to squeeze her in a huge bear hug.
No matter how old Sophie is or how much she grows, she’ll always be my huggable, cuddly, loving little Sophie.
The Confiscation Box
Chloe has decreed that every other Friday night is going to be game night. I know, some of you are groaning at the thought of having to play board games. Papa hates board games. I sometimes hate them. But deep down inside, both Papa and I were flattered that Chloe still wants to play games with us. It likely won’t last much longer.
Sophie’s Having a Baby!
Sophie stuffed a soccer ball underneath her pajamas the other night and pretended to have a baby in her belly. I then took the soccer ball and stuffed it under my shirt so she could see what I looked like when she was in my belly. I got a big guffaw out of her for that one.