I can’t help but grin. I’ve been grinning a lot these last few days, as the reality of my impending “retirement” starts to sink in. When I tell colleagues that I’m leaving the firm, I can’t help but smile. From ear to ear. I haven’t felt this free in a very long time.
I can’t wait to wake up on Monday, April 1 – my first weekday as a stay at home mom – ironic that it happens to be April Fool’s Day – and not have to rush to get to a desk job. And just in time for spring. How cool is that?
Chloe’s recent social studies assignment was to write a letter to President Obama. I hope she gets a response. Here’s what she had to say to him – and those who know my daughter know that she had some pretty strong opinions.
Sophie and Grammy spent several hours yesterday working on a family tree for school. Sophie, being Sophie, had very specific concepts in mind. Grammy had her own very specific ideas about how Sophie should design it. Prior to getting started, I advised Grammy that Sophie was the project leader, not Grammy. Grammy was to serve as Sophie’s trusty assistant.
Sophie spent the afternoon with her best friend (we’ll call her ‘E’) from pre-K. They became fast friends when they were 3-4 years old – E takes very good care of Sophie and has always been sensitive to Sophie’s moods. E is very energetic and very silly, and has a way of making Sophie burst out laughing with almost every word that comes out of her mouth.
According to Sophie, that is. Who was extremely disappointed in us yesterday for not stocking the freezer with any ice cream she liked. I returned home from a long day in New York to Sophie lying on the kitchen floor in tears, despondent, because “there’s no good ice cream!”
The head teacher blew the whistle to signal recess was over. We all ran to the door and joined the mob of kids going in. Once I was at the top of the stairs, I realized that I had left my lunchbox outside. Dammit. Now I had to go back out.
Sophie and I went ice skating yesterday so that she’d have some time to practice her technique before her next lesson. The rink was a mob scene. Lots of little tikes low to the ground displaying no fear whatsoever while speeding around the rink like banshees. Lots of adults doing the same thing, but without the same talent.
Sophie survived her second ice skating lesson today. No thanks to me. After just a few short minutes on the ice, the teacher sought me out because her skates were to big. So I ran to the rental counter to get her a new pair. They fit her much better. Sophie returned to the ice, brave as can be. Shortly afterwards, the teacher sought me out again because I hadn’t tied her skates tight enough. Sophie returned to the ice a second time, brave as can be.
Chloe’s Three Biggest Fails/Highlights of the Past Week – Part I
P.S. This is the extremely talented Chloe writing.
The Soda Can Apocalypse
During lunch, when with a crowded group of people, there will come the time when you knock something over. For some it goes worse than others, as for me it went worse. When I knocked my friend’s seltzer can over, I went into immediate action mode.
Sophie did it. She survived her first ice skating lesson. She fell four times, hurt her butt bone but after 30 minutes was able to make her way – albeit tentatively – across the ice. The relief on her face every time she successfully navigated 10-20 feet of the slippery stuff was palpable. In the video below, Sohie is the little one on the left.
