Sophie had a talent show at day camp today. Of course, parents were invited to attend. Of course, I had no intention of attending and conveniently forgot about it until I parked the car in front of the camp this morning and Sophie said, “Mommy, my talent show is today. Are you and Papa going to come?” I then did the unthinkable. I rolled my eyes. A lot. And I turned around, looked my daughter in her pools of brown eyes and responded, “No, sweetheart. I have a busy day at work and I don’t think I am going to be able to make it. Besides, I go to all your school shows and camp shows just aren’t as important.”
Sophie One Year Ago
Sophie’s taller now and her hair is curlier and longer. And she’s 4 5/6 instead of 3 5/6. But the more things change, the more things stay the same. Sophie is still Sophie. And I just want to hug her!
You’re Such a Mom!
I’ve hit a milestone with my daughter. Until recently, she was only minimally attuned to the fact that a lot of the things I do to bug her stem from my being her mom. And my job as her mom is to bug her.
Hilton Head Here We Come
Finally. We’ve booked our vacation and we’re returning to the place I first visited as a kid about 30 years ago. The Sea Pines Resort on Hilton Head Island. Sand dunes, can’t wait to see you! Blue ocean, can’t wait to see you! Dolphins, would love to see a few of you!
Attitude
This is what Chloe would have looked like if Andy Warhol had chosen her to sit for a portrait. Eat your heart out, Marilyn Monroe.
What Does ‘Inappropriate’ Mean?
We were talking about the movie “Avatar” at dinner (in the context of a more general discussion of the quality of 3D movies) and Sophie expressed an interest in seeing it because she’s interested in anything that Chloe does.
Sexy
“Mom, what’s ‘saixee’ mean?” I was watching “So You Think You Can Dance” with my girls and Sophie heard me say that one of the dances was supposed to be ‘sexy.’
Sophie sort of heard me, but didn’t quite get the pronunciation. “What’s ‘saxy?'” she tried again. It was very cute. She sounded a little French. “What’s ‘sixy?'” she attempted yet again. I had to repeat the word several more times until she finally got it right.
She still has no idea what ‘sexy’ means. That’s ok. She’s only 4 5/6 years old.
Windswept Hair
Chloe hanging out by the lake in Ithaca this past weekend. I love this photo of her. She seems much older than her nine years.
Reunited With Chloe
I couldn’t wait to get to Ithaca this morning. I had to yell at my husband several times to hurry it up so we could leave. “I’m coming, I’m coming,” he yelled repeatedly. Although we didn’t leave the house at 7 am (as my husband had optimistically predicted the day before), we were in the car and on our way by 8:15. We made the trip in record time, and Chloe was in my arms by noon.
Magic Fairy Dust
Sophie and Mommy time is coming to an end. Papa should be home shortly, returning from his trip to Tennessee. We had a nice time, my little one and I. We went for a few short walks, she rode her bike, and we played games and read books. We capped off our time together tonight with a viewing of “Sleeping Beauty” and some popcorn. Followed by three books, “When Sophie Gets Angry,” “Swimmy” and “Eloise Has a Lesson.” And topped off by a sprinkling of some “magic fairy dust” to stop her bug bites from itching.