I’ve written about this before. But it’s true and it’s not gotten any better. Chloe yaks and yaks and yaks. And laughs at her yakking. I’ve never seen a kid who loves the sound of her own voice as much as she does.
Chloe’s Silly Santa Poem
One day Santa tried to go down a chimney
But because he was so very fat,
He got stuck and said “oh crap!”
And because he said that word,
He was put on the Naughty List,
Which made him so very, very pissed
So then he was quite annoyed
‘Cause Santas who are on the
Naughty List always get unemployed
Sophie is Crafty, Too
Our neighbor the shoe designer brought Sophie, her future apprentice, a bunch of shoe fabric samples the other day.
The Fun Begins
I dragged Chloe shopping this morning because it was time to find her something, other than jeans or sweatpants, that she would be willing to wear on the lower half of her body. This was a do-or-die situation, with a very clear deadline. Friends have invited us to dinner next weekend, and they’re taking us to their country club, which has a strict no-jeans policy.
Thinking of You, Dad
Thanksgiving belongs to my dad. Memories of him come flooding back on this holiday, more so than on his birthday or the anniversary of his death.
Is It Thanksgiving Already?
In my heart and mind, it is still summer. I am still in France. I am strolling through the streets of Paris, standing in snow in Chamonix with my family and speaking French 24/7. Problem is, my heart and mind are off by about five months. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. Winter is sadly around the corner.
A Song by Sophie
She’s a budding writer, let me tell you. The spelling is all hers.
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Flower
Flawer
In the
Breeze
You look
Pretty
As me
Please
Flower
Flower
You
Look
Pleased
In a three
So as me
You look
Down
In a frown
Nice and
Daring as me
Dance, Sophie, Dance
Showing off her newly trimmed curls, Sophie boogied down to the Gwyneth Paltrow version of “Forget You” this evening. Too bad she completely eschews the idea of dance lessons because she really does have some talent. At least compared to her parents and sister, who have very little rhythm whatsoever.
Sophie’s a Writer, Too
Sophie wrote a short Halloween story in school. Here it is (with Sophie’s creative 6-year old spelling as an added bonus). She has some talent, I’d say.
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Once a pon a tim there was a vanpiyr. The vonpiyr cam at the midll of the Nit. The vampier cam to sum budys Has. It suct sum blud.
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After she read her story to me and we did her spelling homework, she announced that “Chloe has a digraph in her name.” She explained to me what a digraph is, because I had no idea. Apparently, it’s two letters together, like ‘ck’ or ‘ch’ or ‘sh’, that make one sound. I like it when my 6-year old teaches me a new word. “I can’t believe you don’t know what that means!” she exclaimed. She was very happy to be my teacher for a few minutes.
Chloe in the Mirror
Chloe and I went on a shopping expedition the other day. She needed some new clothes that weren’t jeans and t-shirts. And she really needed a pair of shoes that were not sneakers. I was pessimistic. After several unsuccessful attempts over the last few weeks to find her a pair of non-sneaker shoes she’d actually wear, I had just about given up hope.