As we get ready to welcome the first day of winter tomorrow, Christmas on Saturday and 2011 in a few more days, happy holidays to all of our family and friends!
B’loonies. I forget what these make-your-own acrylic bubbles were called when we were kids, but when Chloe and I recently visited the Toys ‘r Us in Times Square, she wanted to buy some. I said no at the time, but she continued to ask, and we found them last week in a local Toys ‘r Us store.
“Couscous is a vegetable. Just like rice and potatoes.”
No, this was not a statement out of Sophie’s mouth. Nor was it a statement out of Chloe’s mouth. This assertion came out of my French husband’s mouth – not five minutes ago.
This is a photo of Sophie after she had lovingly set the table last night for my birthday dinner. As I mentioned in yesterday’s post, Papa and the girls prepared a great meal to mark my special day. And tonight I came home to another nice dinner of chicken, couscous and grilled veggies.
I constantly prod Chloe to allow me to buy her cool barrettes (skulls!), style her hair, trim her bangs. You know what it’s like. Begging. Pleading. Faking a severe illness to induce guilt. Until today, Chloe hasn’t let me touch her hair in months, except to pat her head.
I picked up two new pairs of glasses today, one a pair of sunglasses. My new everyday glasses are much different from the pair I’ve been wearing for the last couple of years. Metal frames instead of plastic, blue instead of a multi-color purple/yellow/brown mix.