Sophie is getting older. She still likes to cuddle, but I am starting to sense that she’s not into cuddling as much as she used to be. More often than not, I’m the one who’s asking her to cuddle. Whereas in the past, she would just come to me and cuddle. I’ve been in denial about this for awhile now, but I think I need to start facing the facts. Sophie is getting older and it’s an irreversible trend.
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1,000 Posts!
This is a day worth memorializing. This blog post is the 1,000th musing on www.pinkmenot.com. Yes, indeed – 1,000 stories about my girls (mostly about my girls, in any case) since October 2007.
Now that’s a feat of derring-do if I’ve ever heard of one. The most amazing thing about it is that I’ve kept it up this long. I don’t think I’ve ever maintained a hobby for that length of time. Which must mean that I really, really enjoy writing about my kids. I think that’s a big hint to me about what I should be doing with the rest of my life. Now if I’d only take the hint…
Oy, That Hair!
Sophie’s hair is getting curlier and curlier. She’s in desperate need of a haircut, which I promise I will take care of in the next couple of weeks. With the warmer weather, her hair is also frizzier and frizzier. And knottier and knottier. Which makes Sophie cry.
So she’s past due for a new ‘do. My goal is to have it cut a little shorter than usual. A little more like Shirley Temple. Which is easier said than done. Because I certainly can’t share my intentions with Sophie. She’d flip if I told her my plans before the actual date with the scissors.
Needless to say, Operation Curly Cue is going to necessitate a fair amount of subterfuge and bribery by chocolate.
The Reading Relay Results
As loyal readers of PinkMeNot know, Chloe participated in a school read-a-thon to raise money for the American Cancer Society, in honor of her aunt who is currently waging war against breast cancer.
Well folks, the results are in. Chloe read more than 2,600 pages in 25 days and raised $222. She’s a crazy reader. In fact, she’s apparently the most voracious reader in her class. Since the beginning of the school year, Chloe has read more than 12.500 pages (yes, the teacher keeps track). If that doesn’t merit some kind of prize in this age of Wii and Playstation, Internet and texting, I don’t know what does.
Her Grammy pledged $0.02 for every page read. I pledged $0.04 for every page read. We’re suckers. But at least we were suckers for a good cause.
Her favorite kind of book is the thickest kind of book. More value for her money, as far as she’s concerned. And all the better if it’s part of a series of really thick books. I’m telling you, she’s a crazy reader. I’ll take that kind of crazy any day.
Papa and Chloe
A rare photo of Papa and his first-born, Chloe. I’d like to think they shared a father-daughter bonding marathon during the creation of Chloe’s science project (more on that in the next couple of days). He’s all about the engineering and science, and I’m sure as hell not. Yes, the project almost sent him to the loony bin, but that was his fault, not hers (again, more on that soon).
They’ve also bonded over things like laughing hysterically over bodily noises, bad jokes and the shape of their noses; watching “Fringe” and silly shows like “Sponge Bob,” “iCarly” and other Nickelodeon juvenile nonsense; playing board games (which we know Papa does out of pure love for Chloe because he’s really not a fan of board games, except for Risk, which he does like); the stupid “Cool Facts” iPhone app; and planting corn in the backyard (which yielded one minuscule inedible ear).
I love my family!
Happy Easter
We had our annual neighborhood Easter Egg Hunt at our friends’ house today. The girls had fun, although Chloe bowed out of the actual hunting this year. Because she’s 10 now and it’s no longer cool to search for eggs. That didn’t prevent her, however, from pleading with Sophie to give her some chocolate.
The weather even cooperated. It was warm and the sun peeked out a couple of times. The chocolate goodies started to melt and it truly felt like spring.
The girls go back to school tomorrow after a week of spring staycation break. Chloe finished her poetry project and she and her Papa finished her science fair project after much drama and many, many hours of toil and trouble (more on that later this week).
May is around the corner – which I find extremely hard to believe, but I can’t wait for it to arrive.
“Groundhog Day”
Yes, the early-90s classic. Watching it with my girl, Chloe. And it’s still funny. Very funny. I love Bill Murray. Chloe thinks that Bill Murray’s character is like “Squidward” in Sponge Bob because he’s “unhappy and stuff.” “He’s so arrogant!” Chloe just remarked. She’s very observant.
It’s so much fun to watch normal (i.e., movies that have not been made with little people in mind) movies with my big girl. I’ll have to check out Netflix for our next mother/daughter bonding movie. I think it’s going to be “The Secret of Kells.”
Softers Has a New Name
Breaking news: Sophie’s new teddy bear Softers has received a new name. Softers had been adjusting quite well to her new digs and her new friends. Apparently, however, Softers was not adjusting well to her name. It just didn’t feel right. Yes, she’s soft. But that’s just soooo obvious. Softers was dying for a unique name. One that would make fellow stuffed animals exclaim with envy, “What a beautiful name!”
Earlier today, Softers got her wish. Sophie and I were playing some “Mommy Bear and Baby Bear” (don’t ask) when she finally listened – really listened – to the newest addition to her family. “I’m changing her name,” Sophie announced. We asked her what Softers new name was going to be.
Drumroll please. “Rosie!” she cried. And in honor of her aunt who gave the cuddly bear up for adoption, Rosie’s new middle name is “Romy.” Needless to say, everyone is much happier now, including Rosie.
Welcome to the Family, Softers!
Softers, the cute brown teddy bear next to Sophie, is Sophie’s new addition to her stuffed animal family. Her aunt, upon hearing that Sophie was the caretaker for several dozen “pets,” dug up this adorable creature upon realizing that it would lead a much happier existence among like-minded fake animals than in a linen closet.
Texas
I’m visiting my brother and sister-in-law in Austin for a couple of days. I had two reasons for making the trip.