My girls don’t need to be in Ireland to have fun dancing. All they require are some plastic popping bubbles and shoes. The result: a tap dance as enjoyable as it is funny.
My husband celebrated his 40th birthday today. We spent a quiet weekend (i.e., without the girls, who were with my mom) sleeping late and relaxing. As far as my best half was concerned, this was just what he wanted. We also bought a new LCD TV. His big birthday present. You only turn 40 once, right?
Not right away. In April. Staying at the Fort Wilderness Cabins. Mom is joining us.
Announced it to the girls the other night, because I was in need to see wondrous little-kid grins from my girls. Economy be damned. We haven’t taken a vacation in two years. Needless to say, Chloe and Sophie didn’t disappoint. When we broke the news, Chloe’s eyes went buggy, and she smiled as wide as the dining room – at least it seemed that way. Sophie doesn’t know what the hell Disney World is, and she has absolutely no concept of time, but when she heard she’d get to meet Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck and her favorite princesses – let’s just say that she was jumping up and down like a kangaroo.
I’m looking forward to this escape. My company just laid off about 8% of its employees yesterday and it sucks. My husband’s company is talking about another round of layoffs as well. When will it end? I figure, worst-case scenario, this will be our last nice trip for awhile. Might as well just live your life, right?
This is a photo of Chloe channeling Dracula visiting Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory. Rather, the mousse au chocolat factory.
It really was pretty gross. But super funny. Soon after, the rest of the mousse was accessorizing her shirt. But no mind. It blended in. Sophie tried to emulate Chloe – but to no avail. She decided that she’d be better off just licking the plate.
The girls finished the mousse tonight. I’m glad. It was very messy.
I couldn’t resist posting the continuation of Sophie’s reading marathon. She’s quite talented, actually – she has no problem reading a book that’s upside down.
No, I am not talking about the movie where Kate Winslet plays an illiterate Nazi prison guard who seduces a teenage boy. I am talking about our dear Sophie Bear, who decided that Papa’s book would make good out-loud entertainment.
See for yourself. Next thing you know, she’ll be buried in the Harry Potter series too.
Sophie spent a little more time than usual with her Papa today because our Friday babysitter came down with a stomach bug. Sophie loves her father very much. And loves to give him presents. Kind of like a cat that loves to give its owner dead mice.
Sophie is not interested in dead mice, but she did the cat species one better today.
“Papa I have a present for you,” she said with a mischievous smile. She then let out a big fart. And laughed. A lot. “I made a ‘proute’ [that’s French for fart] present for you, Papa!” she exclaimed with evident pride. I really love my girls.
As most of you know, Chloe likes words. She reads like a fiend, enjoys helping me with Scrabble and has found a new favorite word game in Bananagrams.
Apparently, during the course of a Bananagrams game with her Grammy the other day, Chloe decided to show off her anatomical knowledge.
She confided in me yesterday, with a hearty giggle, that one of the words she put down was penis. She was very proud of herself. My mom clarified that she spelled it ‘pennis,’ but no matter. My 8-year old made her point. Perhaps she’ll try for vagina next time.
