I’m living with two masochists. After Chloe and Sophie finished their round of hitting, Sophie had the brilliant idea to escalate their idiocy to “punching.” That lasted about two seconds, when I heard the thump into Sophie’s stomach. Luckily, she has a lot of padding, so there were no tears.
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chloe still does not have a poem
When I’m feeling lazy and don’t have a good subject to write about, I turn to ever-reliable Chloe who, as all of you know, often provides poetic content for this blog. But as you can see from the title of this entry, Chloe does not have a poem this evening.
She did, however, come up with the title, which she typed herself (and which is why it’s not properly capitalized). (which is my mom’s fault). While we’re on the subject of Chloe, I noticed that she’s been learning quite a lot of math this year. Not only is she adding and subtracting large numbers, but she’s learned about fractions and today she’s taking the next step in geometry – calculating a perimeter. I don’t remember how old I was when I learned these things, but it certainly seems as though this year was a banner year for math progress.
Chloe just intercepted my computer (which by the way is something very rude to say) again to add a couple of strategically placed parentheticals – laying the blame on me for her errors. Chloe is very good at laying blame and I think she inherited the “it’s not my fault” genes from my father.
Chloe’s habit of grabbing my computer to add her two cents to this blog entry is quickly getting tiresome! But she’s laughing and thinks it’s very funny. I do, too. Thanks for tonight’s contributions, Chloe!
Another Monday
“They’re dancing! They’re married!” I’m waiting for “24” to start and have “Dancing with the Stars” on TV. Sophie is delaying her bedtime, and upon seeing one of the couples with their fake tans, she was very excited.
For Sophie, if a man and a woman are holding hands, that must mean they’re married. Life is really simple when you’re 3. Sophie came home from school today with her writing samples. The letters E, P and Z. She was very proud of her penmanship.
In the midst of the crappy economy, we finalized plans for our special hubby and wife vacation in July. Scaled back the grand dreams of a five-star luxury escape since we’re taking the trip to Disney in April, and decided to go on another cruise. Got a great deal and unlike the cruise we took with the girls two years ago, this time we won’t have to split forces to take care of our little ones. We can both lose money playing blackjack together.
Sophie, the One Girl Band
It’s been a Sophie movie weekend. Lots of talent on display. First the puppet show and now a musical interlude. She had to deal with the distraction of my horrendous singing voice (luckily for all of you, it’s not very loud) and Chloe bombarding her with a flying disc towards the end of the clip. But our little one’s a trooper and she stuck it out until the end.
It’s the Lamb Chop Show…
…a la Sophie. We not only have a future Olympian long jumper on our hands, we may also have a future Shari Lewis in the making. In this episode of the Sophie Show, blue sock has lost its mommy.
Time for Another Chloe Poem
It was a pity
That my ditty
Did not work
It went beserk
While it was getting published
By the weird old clerk.
It got sold
It fell in mold
And it got old.
That’s the end of my ditty.
It is a real pity
That it’s the end of my ditty.
Follow the Leader
It was another beautiful pre-spring day and when I came home from work, Chloe asked to go for a walk. Never one to refuse a request by my sedentary children to move their legs, we took a lovely stroll around the block, inviting one of Sophie’s little friends and her mom to join us.
Join us they did. And Chloe, ever preparing for her future as the neighborhood babysitter, proceeded to teach the two 3-year olds how to play “Follow the Leader.” And for a while, it worked like gangbusters. They were jumping like frogs, skipping like stones and running like the wind. Until Sophie decided that she didn’t feel like listening to her big sister anymore.
I love the spring. I love my girls. I love when they play together in harmony, even when it lasts for mere minutes.
I’m a Star
Sophie the starlet has discovered the joys of pink sunglasses. Pink of course – just to torment me, the creator of the “Pink Me Not” blog.
Everything about her is pink and neat, and prim and proper. Her older sister, on the other hand, has been wearing the same stained blue winter jacket (pictured) for the past several months, indifferent to the
fact that everyone has noticed how filthy it is. By the way, it’s not for lacking of washing the putrid thing. It’s just that it’s been worn every single winter day for the past two years. She’s dyed it chocolate many times – quite successfully, considering she wasn’t aiming for an intentional color change.
I’m tempted to throw it out tonight while she’s sleeping. But that’s a risky idea. Not sure how she’d react if she couldn’t find it tomorrow. And I really don’t want to deal with her wrath in the morning – my least favorite time of the day. I may propose a symbolic burial ceremony to her instead…
Tidal Wave
Chloe was taking a bath upstairs. I was in the kitchen, helping to prepare dinner. Suddenly, I heard a drip, drip sound. It didn’t register right away. A couple of minutes later, the drip, drip sound was more like a torrent of water. I look up towards the corner of the kitchen, thinking to myself, “it’s not raining. What the hell?”
Then I remembered. Chloe was taking a bath upstairs. Sure enough, Papa bounds up the stairs and beholds the bathroom floor – saturated with water. I heard some yells. “What were you doing, Chloe? What were you thinking?” Chloe tells us that she was just splashing “a little.” Then she demonstrated with a little more accuracy and enthusiasm.
Needless to say, our ceiling isn’t waterproof. And if our big girl ever pulls that shit again, she’ll learn what a tidal wave is really like.
Down By the River
You know spring is approaching when Sophie pulls out the sunglasses and walks around the park along the river like a starlet. Believe me, it was cold out there. My ears were freezing. But the girls didn’t mind. They ran around the playground and explored the shores of the river, collecting sea glass. Lots and lots of sea glass.
And they were happy scampering and frolicking. And I was happy watching them. I love my girls. And I love their smiles.
Chloe went to a friend’s house last night for a sleepover. They went to bed at 11pm and Chloe woke up at 5:30 in the morning. And promptly woke up her friend (even though she claims her friend woke up “on her own.”). Needless to say, by the end of the evening she was wiped. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen her so tired – she was passed out at my mom’s by 7:45 pm.