Category Archives: Treasures from the Archives

Fight to the Phone

Erratum:  Chloe requested that I set the record straight about the story below.  She said that what got her goat was that Grammy started dialing the phone to call me as she herself was getting ready to call me, and that just was not fair.  Grammy – do you care to rebut?

Chloe cracks me up.  She’s very righteous.  Has a keen sense of right and wrong.  I guess she’s not so different from most kids her age.  I was certainly like that, too, many moons ago.

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Ithaca 2012

Every summer, the girls go to Ithaca with my mom to visit my aunt and uncle. And every year, I wish I could go with them. It’s admittedly tiresome to experience this same longing year after year. Will I ever do something about it?

In the meantime, all I can do is enjoy the photos my mom sends, including these two taken a couple of hours ago at Lake Cayuga.

Is that Chloe practicing for some future job as a lifeguard?

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Chloe and Sophie Together Again

Like peas in a pod, at least for now.  For the most part, anyway.  Except for earlier this evening when Sophie served as Chloe’s sous-chef making chocolate muffins.  I came home to a house that smelled like a chocolate factory and an 11-year old daughter who was upset with herself (yes, you read correctly – she was upset at herself) for losing patience with her little sister during the baking session.

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Chloe is Tall

Chloe seemed taller to me when we picked her up on Friday. Granted, she’d only been gone one month, and we saw her for visiting day.

Maybe she’s just standing up straighter, I initially thought. But something was definitely different. I took out the tape measure.

With Chloe’s back up against the wall, I was determined to find out once and for all if I was imagining her growth spurt.

Needless to say, I am not going crazy. My little Chloe is now officially over 5 feet tall. Which means, I hope, that she takes after her Papa’s side of the family.