Sunday, June 24, 2007
Ugly Shoe Season is IN
Hers (she BEGGED for these things for months and we finally caved while at Rehoboth Beach):
Mine (bought on a whim from endless.com for less than $19...Sophie tells me they look "kinda trashy"):
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Saturday, June 16, 2007
Every so often, one of my coworkers will ask about Sophie, whom they've met once very briefly but primarily know through the photos on my desk. "She's great!" I'll say, sometimes adding a short qualifying statement if the person asking seems to expect a meatier response. Of the roughly dozen or so people in my department, only three have kids older than mine, and theirs are boys. A couple others have infants and the balance are very, very single. Which is to say that most lack a frame of reference for the small but wonderful world of a four year old. I tend to stick with kids, ha ha! sort of irreverant anecdotes--and believe me, there is a neverending supply of those--rather than attempt to explain the flip-side, i.e., how unbelievably sweet Sophie often is.
This past week I've had a nasty cold/sinusy sort of thing. The draining and hacking has been especially constant over the past couple of days. It's getting pretty freakin' old, especially the nighttime coughing jags.
Sometime around the crack of dawn this morning, while I was in the midst of a particularly violent siege on my lungs, Sophie tiptoed into my room and set a cup of water on my nightstand. She crept out without a word, returning a minute later to hand me a box of tissues and set a small trashcan beside my bed. Making her way down the hall to crawl back into her bed, she yelled over her shoulder, "Call me if you need more water."
This is the point in the story where a better mom/writer would offer some sort of poignant comment about her little darling. Unfortunately I'm fresh out of poignant, however, perhaps you'd be interested to know that while I composed this post Little Miss Sweet earned herself a timeout for throwing her shoes at the dog. So you see, it's not all rainbows and buttercups here at Cheezwerks HQ.
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Sunday, June 10, 2007
Sophie just finished her second year of dance classes, CAN I GET AN AMEN! This weekend was the recital, an experience that is universally more nervewracking for the parents than it is for the students. Once again this year I was a "backstage mom" during the second and final recital performance. This is essentially glorified babysitting: coralling about a half-dozen or so preschoolers in the allotted 10 square feet of the dressing room except when they're A) onstage or B) being marched back and forth to the potty approximately 53 times each. I remember thinking last year after all was said and done that MAN I wiped a lot of butts.
I was initially the only mom who signed up to stay backstage with Sophie's class during today's performance. Evidently I exude total parental incompetence because half of the other kids' moms took one look at me and offered to "stick around to help." I would have been offended--afterall, I'm four years into this motherhood gig and haven't had a visit from Social Services yet--but hey, more hands on deck meant being able to pawn off many of the bathroom trips onto someone else. This became a particularly favorable option when the bathroom ran out of toilet paper midway through the show.
Sophie's class performed to "Great Balls of Fire" (yes, a song written by a man who MARRIED HIS THIRTEEN-YEAR-OLD COUSIN, great choice for a group of four-year-old dancers!) about 45 minutes into the first act. I'd say that the kids did a great job with their dance, but frankly I don't have the faintest clue how it worked out for anyone other than MY kid. Once they got ON stage, I wasn't backstage mom, just Sophie's mom.
And Sophie? Knocked it outta the ballpark, she did!
Despite another successful recital, our girl tells us that she's done with the dance classes. She's asking to get back into gymnastic classes so we're going to look into that for autumn. Anyone know the gymnastics equivalent of "backstage mom"?
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Feeling humorless just before Friday's performance:
All smiles at the end of the show:
Exhausted during the Sunday afternoon performance:
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Saturday, June 09, 2007
Big Wad O' Pipin' Hot Nasty
Evidently marathon runners frequently have toenails ripped off during runs. Some of them save the toenails to make necklaces.
Extra long french manicured toenails AND sandals: an elegant look for your wedding day. (Order extra prints!)
This [possibly slightly NSFW] video of a very confused dog has me giggling uncontrollably. It's just that the cat seems so resigned to his fate!
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