Look at this touching portrait of sisterly love. It warms the cockles of my heart. This is going to be my new “happy” photo. I am committing it to memory so that the next time the girls find themselves on a path to mutual destruction, I will remember that they sometimes love each other.
A day of apple picking makes Chloe and Sophie very happy. They brought home lots of apples today, along with apple cider donuts. As soon as I had a taste of the latter, I was transported back to my childhood and autumn visits to the local orchard. Absolutely yummy.
I am on the phone with Sophie right now. She’s describing the great day she had with Grammy and Chloe – they went apple picking.
In anticipation of Pink Me Not’s third birthday on October 24, I have created a colorful and fun new look for my blog.
Grammy gave Sophie a fancy Belle costume for her birthday. And as if that wasn’t enough, she also presented her little granddaughter with a matching Belle tea service and cart. Papa assembled the cart this evening, and she very gracefully pushed it around, with ballet-like arm movements and pointed toes. Continue reading Girly Girl
We’ve officially arrived at the beginning of the end of the week. Whenever I get home from work on Wednesdays, I know that the Saturday’s fast approaching. Don’t you sometimes wish that everyday was Saturday? Or Friday night? I love Friday nights. And I recently discovered that getting a manicure on a Friday night is a terrific way to wind down and start the weekend.
Mondays are cranky days. The girls were in fine form when I got home. Sophie was breathless with excitement about her super Belle costume that Grammy gave to her for her 5th birthday.
Sophie’s birthday week has officially concluded. With a bang. And a parachute. I love you, my Sophie bear.
The cliques have landed. I was hoping that we wouldn’t have to deal with that awful word for another couple of years, but alas, here we are. Not even 10 years old and the cliques have started to form. The in-crowd, with the one dynamic leader who attracts the other kids (even the fifth graders!) into her web. The “cheerleaders,” who don’t cheer, but who try to lead their apostles by yelling at them. The weirdos. The loners.
The first thing Sophie asked us this morning, after we wished her a happy birthday and she crawled into our bed for a 5-year old cuddle: “Did I lose my baby fat on my butt?” Really. I am not exaggerating. “No, not yet, sweetie. You still have the cutest butt ever.” Rest assured, Sophie did not burst into tears upon hearing my response. Instead, she cuddled with us some more.
