Grammy gave Sophie a very special birthday present today. All the more special because she assembled it and painted it with lots of love and 30 hours of toil. Sophie is beside herself with joy.
Chocolate for a Good Cause
During a trolley tour of the town of Hershey today, we learned that Milton Hershey, the founder of the eponymous chocolate company, did not have children – so no heirs to his vast fortune. Instead, at the turn of the 20th century, he and his wife founded the Milton Hershey School to serve orphaned boys. After his wife died, he seeded the Milton Hershey School Trust with $63 million to ensure the future of the school; today, the trust is worth more than $7 billion and is the controlling owner of the privately held Hershey company. Needless to say, the school is now one of the wealthiest private schools in the world, serving 1,900 underprivileged boys and girls in grades K-12.
Can We Have Dessert?
Seriously? We are in America’s chocolate capital, and we’ve been eating dessert since this morning. At a place where they serve chocolate butter, chocolate chip pancakes (duh), chocolate muffins and hot chocolate for breakfast. Indeed, we are in a place where they hand out free chocolate at almost every corner.
1260 Calories
That’s the number of calories in the six (yes, count ’em) full-size Hershey Bars we received when we checked in at Hershey Lodge about 40 minutes ago. Four because we are a family of four, plus two more attached to a cute birthday card addressed to Sophie and signed by 10 employees of the hotel.
When the front desk receptionist told us that she was going to give us a little welcome chocolate, I expected a Hershey’s Kiss or maybe a mini-package of Kisses. Clearly, they are not particularly concerned with the climbing obesity rates in the U.S. Welcome to the Chocolate Capital of America.
Hershey Park, Here We Come
We leave tomorrow evening for a weekend getaway in Hershey, PA. We convinced Sophie to forego a birthday party and instead celebrate her 6th candle with her loving Mommy, Papa and sister in America’s chocolate capital.
Sophie is Bored
Sophie is bored. We are not paying enough attention to her. “I’m annoyed by blogs. I’m annoyed by everything.” Even cuddling wasn’t enough for her. She wanted to play. What did she want to play? I have no idea. Because she wouldn’t say. Coloring challenges didn’t enthuse. Stickers didn’t excite her. “You’re all busy and I’m not and it’s not fair,” she complained.
Who Can Resist This Face?
Sophie allowed me to put her hair back today for the first time in several weeks. She also allowed me to change her earrings, after being traumatized by a somewhat worrisome experience in France when one of her earrings actually embedded itself inside her ear. Yes, that sounds gross and it was gross, but it’s all in the past.
And all is better now. Sophie’s wearing lovely blue sterling silver earrings that I bought for her as a pre-birthday gift and has her hair up so that she can show off her lobes. She’s a picture of perfection at almost six years old. And she still loves to cuddle.
Fun With My Girls
Sometimes it’s the simplest little thing that makes me want to just grab Chloe and Sophie and hug them. Papa has been traveling this week, so he wasn’t able to pick up the girls from school. His loss was my gain. I got to leave work early and spend some extra time with my little ones on a beautiful pre-fall afternoon.
Another Lost Tooth
Sophie has lost her second tooth. It was a good thing, too, since the adult tooth had started to come up behind its baby counterpart. I told her that I’d put in a good word with the tooth fairy so that she would visit Sophie tonight.
Hormones?
Chloe has been going through a phase recently. A cranky, way-too-emotional phase. Whether it’s getting irrationally upset in response to her Grammy trying to do something nice for her or because she can’t go to a birthday party taking place on a weekend we’re going to be away (at Hershey Park, no less, which she was over the moon about when we planned it a couple of weeks ago), I’m seeing a new, somewhat perplexing side to her.