Oh, to be five again. When you’re five, you get away with a lot of things. You can eat treats. Set up a cushy corner in the living room to enjoy your goodies. Make lots of crumbs. Get yogurt all over your clothes. Gulp a cup of milk. Go to the movies with your best friend. Go to the little kids’ playground after the movie’s over, where you now tower over the toddlers just as the big kids used to tower over you. Arrive home to enjoy a special night with mom and dad but no sister, who’s at a friend’s sleepover party. Ride your bike to the local creperie for dinner. Go to bed, happy as a clam, after reading three more chapters of Junie B. Jones with your mom. Life sure is great.
Sophie is such a girly girl. We’ve known that for a very long time (so much for trying to avoid it by painting her bedroom blue), but her girly essence still doesn’t cease to amaze me. And the fact that she’s so different from her sister is pretty crazy, too.
I’m sick of writing about it. I’m sick of complaining about it. And this will the last time this week (I can’t promise that this will be the last time this year, as much as I’d like to make that promise) that I will mention how sick I am of this crappy weather.
Is it possible? Could it be that spring is finally here? It felt a little bit like spring this weekend. Enough, in any case, for Chloe to convince me to play some tennis outside. After I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, it was great therapy to get on the court with my daughter.
Last week, Sophie announced that she wanted to get her ears pierced. She was adamant. We tried to warn her off, explaining that having holes drilled into one’s ears is painful. Very painful. She didn’t care. She likes earrings and clip-ons hurt her ears. She begged. She pleaded. She told her grammy of her desire to get real earrings. We told her we’d think about it.
Chloe came home from school today with a notice about “Reading Relay,” a school fundraiser to raise funds for the American Cancer Society. Kids read books and obtain pledges based on chapters read, pages read or minutes read, or one-time donations. Chloe thought it would be nice to participate because she just found out that a loved one has been diagnosed with breast cancer.
She went ahead and started soliciting donations from the family, and I am sure that she’s going to read a lot of books over the next 25 days in order to raise a bunch of money for cancer research. Anyone who knows Chloe knows how determined she is. Potential donors beware: she estimates that she’s going to read at least 1,200 pages. And I wager she’s going to read a lot more than that.
That’s my Sophie for you. Little miss fashionista. She thinks it would be really funny if someone in the “American Idol” audience had a sign that said “Jennifer Lopez Has Pretty Dresses!” I told Sophie that maybe someday she could hold that sign.
Watching Sophie sing and dance puts a smile on my face, no matter how sad I may be feeling. This video is particularly smile-worthy. Sophie singing and dancing along to a version of “DJ Got Us Fallin’ in Love” by Usher performed by kids.
Sponge Bob is the cure for all ills. Chloe and Sophie love Sponge Bob. They’re watching “Sponge Bob” right now, as a matter of fact. Why are they watching “Sponge Bob” at 8:45 pm?
Loyal readers of this blog will recall that I was ecstatic last Friday. Bright blue sky, temperatures in the 70s, an ice cream truck at work (that ice cream truck dude must have been really happy for the early windfall)…
