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Frazzled Working Mom's Fleeting Moments (2007-2013)

Tiny Tattletale

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Sophie’s taking on a new character trait. She’s becoming a tattletale. I don’t have a particular problem when she informs us that Chloe has done something to wrong her, since that’s to be expected of siblings.

But she took it to a whole other level this evening. Sophie was munching on some Cheerios, and I asked her for one. She complied, and I ate it. And told her how yummy her Cheerio was. But then she realized what she had done, and suddenly, she wasn’t smiling anymore. She accused me of stealing her Cheerios and indignantly left the room.

She obviously doesn’t yet grasp the concept of “giving.” Which is fine – she is only 2 1/2. But the episode didn’t end there. About five minutes later, she returned to the room, glaring at me. And accusing me of eating her Cheerios. When I kindly tried to remind her that she had given the Cheerio (and mind you, it was only one) to me, she ran out of the room to her Papa, and informed him that “Ate Cheerios Mommy!” She is talking in sentences, although she hasn’t yet caught on to the subtleties of grammar.

My dear husband did nothing to defend me. He laughed and commiserated with Sophie by giving her a hug.

Frazzled Working Mom's Fleeting Moments (2007-2013)

Guess What Sophie’s Eating

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Disgusting, no? This photo was taken a week or two ago, at breakfast. It was an intact chocolate muffin. After Sophie got her paws on it, however, it became a mess of crumbs – inedible.

Why do kids do that? Today at lunch she amused herself by pouring, yes pouring, salt onto her french fries. And being slightly more adventurous than her older sister, she ate a couple of them. We told her not to, but she insisted. And then drank her whole cup of milk to compensate for the taste left in her mouth.

Unsurprisingly, Chloe left me with a souvenir before boarding the plane to Florida yesterday. Her germs. I have inherited her sore throat and nausea, and spent most of this afternoon in bed. That’s what I get for cuddling her in her small twin bed in her moment of need. I just hope I feel better quickly. Apparently, Chloe is starting to get over it, but since I’m older – I’m just not as optimistic about a swift recovery. What a way to have to spend the one weekend in over a year when it’s just us and Sophie. On the other hand, better to be sick now than with the two girls at the house.

You know spring is just about here when every other weekend or so, there’s a PGA golf tournament with Tiger Woods. He’s my favorite athlete ever. I don’t play golf, but I love to watch him play. I know, weird. I actually know the game pretty well, considering I tend to watch it obsessively when Tiger is playing well, which is almost always. Don’t I have better things to do with my time, you’re wondering. I’m sure I do. But we all have our vices, no?

Frazzled Working Mom's Fleeting Moments (2007-2013)

Eggs!

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I used this photo last month, but I really like it. Anyway, Chloe left for Florida this morning (after a horrendous night during which she was running a fever and we got very little sleep). This is the first time in over a year where it’s just been Sophie, my husband and me for more than one night.

It’s nice to be able to give Sophie all of the attention. She’s clearly basking in the limelight. We played, read, ran around the house, went potty, ate a chocolate crepe …all in the two hours or so between the time I arrived home from work and her bedtime.

I can’t get over how much she’s talking. Her vocabulary, compared to Chloe at the same age, is astonishing. And she enunciates well, too. She loves pointing out shapes. Today she looked at my eyeglasses and exclaimed, “eggs!” When I realized the association she was making, I provided her with the correct terminology; however, she adamantly rejected ‘oval’ and insisted on ‘eggs.’ Fine by me. Who am I to quibble?

She also knows the names of a bunch of animals and their respective sounds. And she’s mastered the lyrics of “Alouette” and “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star.” I’m looking forward to the next couple of days of relative calm. And getting reacquainted with my little Sophie.

That’s not to say I don’t miss Chloe (I called my grandmother’s house way too many times today to find out how she was doing), but I’m loving the quiet. A lot.

Frazzled Working Mom's Fleeting Moments (2007-2013)

Bon Voyage, Chloe

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Chloe is off to Florida tomorrow with my mom. Yippee! I love my daughter soooo much, but I am extremely excited (arguably too excited) to have a quiet weekend. Not that a weekend with Sophie will necessarily be quiet, but it will definitely be a lot quieter.

Chloe’s newest thing is an obsession with Ripley’s Believe it or Not. And of course, she chooses to recount the grossest anecdotes during dinner. Her favorite story is the one about the man who was born with a long tail. They cut off his tail and now he has a huge belly button on his back where the tail used to be.

Sophie’s newest favorite phrase is “Hey, guys!” It’s very funny when she says it, because she says it with great confidence and authority. After she told me she had finished her pizza, I ate her remaining portion. Of course, she went looking for it a few minutes later and when I told her I ate it, she exclaimed, “You took MY pizza!” And without missing a beat, she gave me the evil eye and stuck her tongue out at me.

Maybe Sophie should be the one going to Florida.

Frazzled Working Mom's Fleeting Moments (2007-2013)

Where’s Sophie?

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You have to look hard to find Sophie in this picture. The girls had dumped every one of their stuffed animals on the floor. They have quite the collection. This scene was actually a do-over. We were not able to memorialize the first, spontaneous episode because my husband had destroyed the camera.

I display this picture to prove a point: the girls have taken over the house. There is not a single corner that doesn’t contain a souvenir of our two little ones. I find legos, barrettes, little pocketbooks, puzzle pieces, crayons everywhere. It drives me nuts.

This morning, Chloe used Chapstick to glue two of our broken entry floor tiles together. She’s convinced she’s fixed the tiles for good. I’m glad the Chapstick is being put to good use. Because I’ve bought several of them for her over the years, and she likes them because they make her lips shiny. But they mostly just go missing after a week or two, and I’ve found plenty of them without their caps, dried out under our couch.

Frazzled Working Mom's Fleeting Moments (2007-2013)

When Can I Start Dating?

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This is crazy. Chloe asked me, for the second time in the span of a week, when she’d be able to start dating. What the f**k? It’s not that she’s in any particular rush, thank God, but what the f**k? She is seven years old.

I told her that she’d first have to live another seven years, the equivalent of the life she’s lived so far, before we’d even start to have that conversation. If I had my druthers, she’d have to live another 14 years before we even go there. But that’s not realistic. Get thee to a nunnery! Fast!

I heard on the radio today that 1/4 of all American teenage girls have STDs. That 1/2of all American girls are sexually active, and of those 40% have STDs. That’s terrifying. And sickening.

What kind of world have we brought our girls into? I have to look into chastity belts. Do they still exist? Will I need to have the “talk” with our girls when they turn 10? What the f**k!

Frazzled Working Mom's Fleeting Moments (2007-2013)

A Present for Me?

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Sophie gave me her first present. A little earlier this evening, she approached me with her hands behind her back and said, “Mommy, present?” And she then revealed her hands, which contained a crumpled up piece of paper wrapped around something.

I inquired, “A present for me, Sophie?” To which my little one responded, “Yes, Mommy,” with a big grin. She ran over to me and placed the gift in my hand. I uncrumpled the paper, and inside were two shiny quarters that I had given to her a few minutes earlier.

She was very proud of herself – of her generosity. I then “rewrapped” the present, and asked her if she’d like one. To which she replied, “Yes!” And proceeded to grab the present from me.

What struck me the most about the episode wasn’t so much that she wanted to give me a present. But the fact that she took the time to crumple up some paper and wrap up the quarters…if that’s not love, I don’t know what is.

P.S. Rumor has it that Sophie climbed out of her crib a few minutes ago. This, according to my husband and Chloe who supposedly witnessed the miracle. I immediately ran upstairs, dumped Sophie back into her crib and asked her to replicate the act. She wasn’t having any of it. So, as far as I’m concerned, if I haven’t witnessed this feat personally, it hasn’t happened. When she does finally show up in our bed one morning without our assistance, then I’ll devote an entire blog entry to it. But until I see it happen with my own two eyes, I shall remain a doubting Thomas.

Frazzled Working Mom's Fleeting Moments (2007-2013)

I’m Watching the Clock

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On Sunday, I abandoned my husband for the afternoon to go to the theater with my mom. We saw “August: Osage County,” which was excellent. But it was a veeerrrry looonnng play. So I didn’t get home until almost 7:30 pm.

During one of the intermissions (yes, there were two of them), I called home to make sure that he bought the girls the right kind of shoes – their activity in my absence was shoe shopping. Chloe picked up the phone and she informed me that Sophie was taking her nap. I asked to speak to Papa, and she informed me that Papa was taking his nap.

Okay, I thought – not quite the Papa/daughters day I had in mind. I asked her, “What are doing?” She cheerfully replied, “I’m watching the clock.” As if this was some kind of legitimate activity, like coloring or drawing pictures or reading. I had to stifle a laugh. It turns out my dear girl was under orders from her father to wake him up in “10 minutes.”

As I continued to imagine the scene – Chloe sitting on the couch in the sunroom watching the clock on the Verizon FIOS TV box – as if it were the most normal thing in the world, I couldn’t stifle my laugh anymore. This girl can’t sit still for one minute without clamoring for someone to do something with her, yet she sounded perfectly content waiting on for time to advance when I spoke to her. Watching the clock…for crying out loud!