Nothing like the confirmation that your 7-year-old does most things better than you. Nine times out of 10, when I tell Sophie it’s time to do her hair, she hollers (lately she’s been looking down, stamping her foot and making a snorting noise — all too similar to a horse, I know) and refuses. The […]
It’s only been a little over a month, but already, Sophie’s pre-school experience is fading away. I saw it yesterday in our breakfast with the still-fabulous, still-celebrated Ms. Janice — without her classroom as an accessory, she’s now become simply a very good friend, rather than teacher. I had the role of the enforcer (not […]
Sophie’s in full-on ball buster mode. Has been since she woke up yesterday morning, which is unfortunate, since she had a 2-hour appointment with the psychologist yesterday to continue some testing we started last month to make sure she’s getting the right services. I can tell you this: She didn’t score high in the […]
Saturday’s show is up now at www.thislife.org – the last segment in the “Social Engineering” show from June 27 is Sophie’s. I haven’t tried it (um, no thanks, don’t want to hear the sound of my own voice again — don’t you hate that?) but looks like you can just click and listen.
I was bad today. No, I didn’t exceed my Weight Watchers points. I went to Last Chance. As we like to say in these parts, you only get one Last Chance — and it’s in Phoenix. For reasons I can’t remember, but at one point long ago did actually report, Nordstrom put its clearance center […]
Tonight we saw WALL-E — a rare, special occasion, for the four of us to make it to the big screen together. Ray had a Coke, I had a Diet Coke, Annabelle had an Icee and Sophie had apple juice. Halfway through the movie, Annabelle stage-whispered, “I dropped my straw!” I took mine out of […]
This week we discovered the double-messy bun(s). On the day this photo was taken, Sophie also had her shorts on backward (she knew, she insisted) and I worried that I’d really gone over the edge with the whole “I’ve gotta be me, I’ve gotta be free!” approach to childish expressions. But she actually got a […]
Ok, I promised to explain my birthday neurosis. I don’t remember much about my own birthday parties, growing up. But I do recall my 7th — celebrated at Farrell’s Ice Cream Parlour. Where else? When some other party ordered The Zoo and the guys raced around the restaurant with it — bells banging, sirens blaring […]
I’m not sure who Shakira is. That’s how dumb I am. And the worst part is that I should know who Shakira is, since I have a People magazine waiting by my bed. (I even subscribe, for crying out loud.) I think she’s a singer. Anyhow, apparently she’s a rocket science and I’m spending too […]
Last week, Sophie started calling Ray and me “Daddy-o” and “Mommy-o”. I have no idea where that came from, but it’ll be appropriate, I suppose, at Annabelle’s bowling-themed birthday party Sunday. (I’m bummed — I wanted to put “We Had a Bowl” on the goody bag tags, but realized in the nick of time that, um, […]
