As a follow-up to my blog entry of the other day containing video of Sophie dancing to French 1970s legend Claude Francois, I thought you’d appreciate Sophie boogying to the same song, but this time with a little booty action thrown in.
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Little Miss Piggy
Sophie eats ALL the time. I think I’ve mentioned this before, but she must have tapeworm or something. I’m convinced that one day she’ll wake up and look like a huge waddling orb.
Granted, she’s in the 90th percentile for height and 75th for weight. We were at a 4-year old birthday party the other day and she was taller than all the 4-year olds. But seriously, she eats ALL the time.
Now – if we could get her to ingest more fruits and vegetables – I wouldn’t care that she eats ALL the time. She’s into “pommes” (apples), but that’s about it these days. Strawberries sometimes – but only if she can dip them in Cool Whip (thanks for setting the example, Papa). I bet if we told her she could dip her fruit into ketchup she’d eat more of it. She loves ketchup. Hmm. Not a bad idea. I may just have to put it to the test.
Claude Francois
It is official. Sophie definitely has some French blood in her. The French 1970s singing sensation, Claude Francois, has inspired Sophie to channel her 1970s alter-ego. We call her Smooth Groovin’ Sophie. Ooh la la.
Wombat World
It was a mighty struggle, but the wombats have a habitat. Thanks to some paint, a shoebox and a lot of clay (and a stray toothpick or two to hold up the ears), three little Australian wombats have a home for Chloe’s science fair.
It took a long time – and I pretty much stayed out of it. Poor Papa had to deal with the tantrums (and there were a couple over the course of the weekend). I got to sit back and enjoy the finished product.
Nevertheless, I think we’re all really glad that this is the last project of the year. Time to wind down – it’s June for crying out loud!
Chloe and Sophie as Papa and Mommy
Chloe had the bright idea to dress up as Papa. When Sophie saw fake Papa, she decided she wanted to dress up as me (I’m so flattered).
Chloe is wearing one of my husband’s suits. Sophie is wearing one of my shirts. She was also wearing my pants, until she decided she didn’t want to anymore.
Then Sophie decided that she just wanted to be Sophie. And Chloe decided it would be fun to put on a play. “Papa Goes to Work” is the resulting minor masterpiece. It’s basically Chloe’s interpretation of a typical weekday in the life of our family. I’m glad she didn’t think to include what sometimes seems to be our habitual yelling. Enjoy.
My Little Ham
Sophie is addicted to the camera. She has 100 different flirty, coy poses up her sleeves and we always get something new. Although she does seem to have a penchant for lifting her arms in the air (which you can sort of see in the first picture) and sticking out her tongue (which is on full display in the second). She really should win some sort of modeling contest. She’s perfect for Gap Kids. I just don’t understand why she hasn’t been chosen yet – and I try every year. My photography must not do her justice. I am forever scheming to find ways to be able to quit working and do something fun. Like exploiting my children for financial gain. That mug has got to be worth a college education, right?
The Pancake Poem
Chloe’s latest foray into poetry, inspired by today’s visit to the most awesome pancake house ever:
Pancakes ‘O Pancakes
I love them, you see
There doesn’t seem to be enough
Just for me.
I asked for more
Even though my throat was sore
And when the waiter said “no,”
I let out a big roar.
Now that I am filled
I am as fat as a cat
And now I’ll never eat them
Just like that.
Chloe’s Snack Shack
It was a beautiful day for a lemonade stand, and about 18 months after her first lemonade stand, Chloe decided that she needed to break out the supplies again so that she could earn a fast buck in order to buy herself a present.
After a couple of hours in the lazy sun, Chloe had earned $24.50. Lots of generous folks stopped by, including a local business owner, who gave Chloe $5 for a cup of lemonade. I wondered if that was simply smart PR on his part, was he thinking that the next time we need our house painted we’d have him bid because of his kindly donation? She could barely conceal her glee when she saw the number on the bill. One teenage girl gave Chloe $1 and didn’t even buy anything – just wished her good luck. Not a bad gig, if you ask me.
If the weather holds up, we’ll be out there again a little later. She’s eager to break October 2007’s record of $39. I told her not count on it – we are in a recession after all.
Chloe on Having a Sister
Earlier this evening I asked Chloe if she like having a little sister. Her response was initially knee-jerk. “I like her sometimes.” But then she gave it further thought. “Actually, I like it most of the time. Because even when I’m bugging her I’m having fun.”
I interpret that as a mostly positive response. Indeed, tonight’s bedtime routine went relatively smoothly. The husband was working late and we three girls did addition and multiplication, sang “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star,” read a princess book and “Monsters vs. Aliens,” and had a jolly good time. There was minimal yelling and hitting. And the girls even wished each other good night – at my prompting – but they complied. That’s a big deal.
Chloe’s off tomorrow and her Papa is going to take her to work. She’s excited because she gets to watch movies all day. And play computer games.
It’s Time for a Little Sophie
The last few blog entries have been all about Chloe. It’s Sophie’s turn now.
Sophie is learning how to add numbers. She was watching Chloe do her math homework earlier – she was doing multiplication problems and Sophie heard me give her the equations.
“I want to do it, too!” she cried. So we tried. Every answer she gave was 18. No matter the numbers. Then we started showing her with our fingers. She did pretty well there. Until she reached the number 13. And then she would skip to 15 or sometimes 18 or even 19. But boy was she happy to be like her big sister.
Breaking news: Sophie’s going to be extremely disappointed tomorrow – her boyfriend, Adam, is not the American Idol. He lost to Kris, who seems to be a nice enough guy. But boorrring. We’ll see who has the hit record first. My bet is on Adam. And Sophie will be the first one to buy it (with my help, of course).