Sadie's Fifth Birthday Party

Sadie is five. No one authorized this transition from "little girl" to "big girl" but it happened.

She dresses herself. She washes her own hair. She brushes her own teeth. She knows that EE says "ee." She knows that "OO" says "oo". She writes, spelling touching like "tuching." She dances, holding her passe forever. She likes Spongebob and Star Wars. She loves all her stuffed animals, even the ones she pretends are criminals. She plays the violin with total concentration, and she's halfway through learning "Perpetual Motion." She tells me "I won't be your baby forever" when she wants to be tickled. She has grown out of size four tights -- they don't even get up to her waist. Size five pants fall right off. She only wants her dad to brush her hair. She still calls for me in the middle of the night sometimes, so she can shove her feet under me while she sleeps. She doesn't like the closet door open. She likes Geggy Tah and They Might Be Giants. She sings, she paints, she plays "narrative" chess with no rules, she eats very little.

She starts karate tomorrow! My bald little baby!

Here she was:

Here are some pictures from her birthday:







The party was at Jumpin' Jelly Beans, a huge huge warehousey place with a mazillion of those blow-up jumping castle type things in it. Wow, it was huge! We had 20 kids at the party, and seriously they could have run around all day without bumping into each other.

Here's the cake Sadie decorated. No one wanted to eat it! They preferred the chocolate:



This picture is pretty funny. She was kind of overwhelmed by the sugar and the jumping and the awesome:



Here are some more pictures of the party:







More pictures in my Flickr. The party was wonderful. Our sweet, generous friends showered her with thoughtful gifts, the wonderful children were sweet and enthusiastic through it all, and the venue was perfect. A great success.

Sadie is beautiful, loving, hilarious, and five. I guess I better get used to it.

Trip to Humandales

Ahno takes her Chihuahuas to a groomer to get bathed and manicured. We take Leroy there too, occasionally, if he's gotten unmanageably vile in the back yard or if he's got something unmentionable to be done to his hind end. Something that involves glands and squeezing. You know what I'm talking about. It's one of those things I will happily pay someone to do for him. The grooming place we like is called Groomingdales.

Ahno also goes to a nail salon occasionally for a mani-pedi, and the kids call this place Humandales.

For a while, Sadie has longed to go to Humandales to get her nails done. I don't know if she had a clear idea what would actually happen there, but she was deeply intrigued by the concept, and drawn to the experience like a thirsty gazelle to a desert oasis. That is to say: powerfully.

So, recently since the old techniques involving waving rusty saws and shouting broad threats of public school were wearing a little thin, and the children were dragging their heels on school stuff, I instituted a new motivational technique. I am always looking for ways to shift the accountability onto the children, so that instead of me saying "These are the things we need to get done today!" I can now say "If you want your star for the day, you must do X, Y, Z. Do these things, or don't do them, at your leisure, but until the star is on the chart, there is no electronic device in the house that will function."

As an added bonus reward (since I've recently been enlightened on the point that using rewards with children is pretty much just as awful as using the rusty saw, I want to really ass it up to the max) I told them that if they have five stars for the week, then on the weekend they will experience something special. Maybe a movie, maybe bowling, maybe... a manicure. So a couple weeks ago Benny had not managed to accumulate five stars, but Sadie had, so we went to Humandales and had a manicure together.

Here are some pictures:


Picking a color.


Many choices.


Waiting her turn.


Clutching her colors.

During her manicure and pedicure (they did a child-friendly version that didn't involve cuticle cutting or anything, just lotion and polish) she was almost completely silent. She answered questions the lady put to her, but only minimally. Everyone in the shop was amazed and impressed at how un-wiggly she was, how much she was concentrating. I was almost worried she wasn't enjoying it, that it was scaring her or disappointing her somehow. Afterward she was exhausted, and almost went to sleep while waiting for her toes to dry.





I asked her, when we were leaving, "Baby, did you like it?"

She clutched my neck as I put her in the carseat and whispered, urgently, "I loved it."

I realized then that she'd had a profound pink-related experience, and that it *did* take a lot out of her! She enjoyed her manicure to the max, and was very sad when we had to take off the polish a week later for ballet pictures. I can see that this is the beginning of a lifelong habit. And more importantly, it is a very powerful bribe!

For the benefit of locals, I went to Chic Nails on 22nd. Very cheery, fun, low impact procedure for the tiny person, and at $10 for fingers and toes, who can argue with the price? My manicure involved the full treatment with cutting and slicing and scraping and all of that, and was only $13. I recommend. Do not expect aromatherapy and candles and murals on the wall and potted palms. However, they did take care of my little princess gloriously.

Sadie's First Bike Ride

For some reason, this week she can pedal consistently. Last week, she couldn't. Last week would be when we bought the trailer to go on the back of my bike:



This week, she's pedaling on her own:







A short mobile-phone video of the enthusiastic bell-ringing that was going on:



So we biked to the dog park where Leroy met up with a million huge dogs and joyfully ran and played himself into practically having a seizure and having to be carried home. There's a bike path around part of the dog park so the kids could ride on smooth pavement without being in traffic. Everyone had an exciting adventure. Sadie went all the way there and back including over Hampton and back without getting tired. All are now happy including Leroy who is now a puddle on the kitchen floor.

My Daughter is Also Smart

Edeline: A Story by Sadie

One day there was a boy named Crash Bandicoot. He was looking for his sister and they were bunnies. And then he was telling them to go to bed because it was night time. He was so sad because he thought they were at Connecticut. But they were not! THey were just on the sofa! Then they were sleeping on the sofa, but they thought they would just take a bath in their bed! But they just kept sleeping in the sofa. But Crash pulled them off and put them to bed. And he sleeped next to them, and he was all covered up, and the bunnies didn't want to be covered up, but that wasn't a good idea. Then he woke up, and then felt something difficult and it's a BALLERINA. And every ballerina just woke him up! Then he felt girlish. Then he was so angry. Crunch Bandicoot was so angry that he could only make somebody die. Then Crash Bandicoot said, "WHOA" Because the bunnies would not wake up. Then he have that thing on, then something happened. There was a war! Then a spaceship went up and just landed right on Crash Bandicoot! Then he said, "WHOA!" Then Benny just beat the ship up, because the ship just beat him. Then he just said, "WHOA!" Then the bunnies just came jumping up on his nose. Then he was sleeping, then he snored. The End.

[Note from typist mom: I asked her to name the story, and she named it Edeline, which is what she names everything, from bug stickers to dolls to apparently works of fiction. Mysterious.]

Awesome Gravity Game

This is a cool game. A very cool game. This game will entertain you, educate you, enlighten you, and maybe even make you cake. It's one of those games that unfolds as you play it, and making levers, stacks, shapes, long drops, slopes, etc. is very interesting. Especially on lime green.

Here's the link: Gravity Game called Sketch from Xavier Enigma.

Here's a video of my daughter Sadie playing this game. She is four and she loves it. She also likes airplanes, tutus, and poodles.

Sadie for Hillary, Hillary for Sadie

Sadie's Ahno posted a blog about supporting Hillary Clinton, using Sadie and little girls like Sadie as a reason to do so. I think it's pretty cool. Go here to see.

I made the hat that Sadie's wearing in the pictures:

Dinosaurs

Sadie has been on a major dinosaur-drawing tear. We have a book that shows the kids how to draw different things step-by-step. I'm sure it came from a Wisconsin-based relative, several Christmases or birthdays ago, and it's now in full use. Benny and Sadie have both been drawing things from it, and Sadie is particularly attached to drawing a particular dinosaur. She draws it, she narrates a big long thing about it, and then she cuts it out, leaving scraps of paper all over the floor. Here is one of her dinosaurs. This one's narrative involved stamping around in the mud a lot:

1000 Words

Sadie the Rabbit Farmer

We got this dress at a thrift store for three dollars. Sadie wore it for three straight days. Here she is wearing it to go shopping for collard and turnip greens for the illustrious rabbit, Giselle.



We have located a couple of prime thrift stores, fed by prime neighborhoods, where fancy dresses and bags of Polly Pocket stuff can be found regularly. When you buy a fancy dress at a thrift store for three dollars, you don't care if she wears it to dig in the mud, paint pictures, roll around with the dog, eat spaghetti. Thrift store fancy dresses are awesome.

Sadie and the Heckler on CNN

UPDATE: Here's the link to the entire CNN video clip: Happy Hecklers

My mind is officially blown.



One of our home videos, "Sadie and the Heckler," which was posted on YouTube, was used in a CNN bit called Cheering and Jeering. This was an installment of a regular segment called Moost Unusual, reported by Jeanne Moos, during the CNN show called The Situation Room. Above is a picture of her posing next to a still on the TV. Below is the video itself.



The piece was about how the candidates handle heckling during their campaign stops, and reporter Jeanie Moost suggested they take an example from Sadie, who stands up for her "hooman rights." It was very cute -- they captioned the kids talking on big letters behind Sadie on the chalk board, slanted to look like it was written there, but since I don't have video of the CNN clip, I'll caption it here:

Phillip: She's a baby
Sadie: I'm not a baby, but-- I'm not a baby, I'm human.
Phillip: No.
Sadie: I am.
Phillip: You're not.
Sadie: I am, I am a human.
Phillip: No! You're a girl.

This is a very strange sensation -- seeing our little homeschool book club on CNN. I guess when you live on the internet, the moments of your life become resources and illustrations in this enormous common library. It was very exciting for the kids to see, and for us -- very surreal. The last thing the reporter said, kiddingly, was "Sadie for President!" So awesome.

UPDATE: The CNN video is up on their web site, and you can view it by clicking here.

Sadie is Four

She became four yesterday at 12:30PM. How could she be four?

Here she is in the van after we picked up her birthday balloons:



She had a beautiful birthday, from picking out a cake to choosing balloons to a princess party with our closest family and friends, and the presents: princess, Barbie, pink, sparkle, lip gloss, ruffles, rosebuds, tulle, fashion, and stuff like that.

I love her so much. Yesterday I looked back at some of the pictures of her, from her old blog which covered my pregnancy and her first year. When I look at her from the side, from very close to her face, I can still see that little baby child with the round eye and the round perfet plastic cheeks. But her bone structure is changing, or becoming more obvious, and her legs are growing up like little stalks. She's saying "Cinderella" with four proper syllables, instead of saying, "Shinnawa." It's all changing, and the baby things are going away. Good things are coming, though. See?

Flat Sadie Has Hair

Long ago, in a unit study far away, we made "blank kids" that we decorated with labels for body parts, bones and organs. Here's my post about this anatomy lesson. While Benny labelled his, but Sadie befriended hers. We called her "Flat Sadie" and dressed her in Sadie's clothes. She sat around, waiting for someone merciful to give her some hair.

So, for a year, Flat Benny has been lounging around upstairs and flat Sadie has been bemoaning her baldness. This week I'm for some reason motivated to clear off some unfinished things on my sewing table, and one of those things is represented by a single ball of very pink yarn that Sadie picked out a few months ago for Flat Sadie's hair.



If you have sewed on doll hair, you know what a pain in the rhinoceros it is. If you haven't, may you never have to go through this kind of agony. Yarn by yarn, stitch by stitch, I forged the chains I wear, Ebeneezer. And then, it was half done, and Sadie said, in her tiny little high mousey voice, "But Mommy, I want Fwat Sadie to have haiw just like ME. With a ponytaiw!" So, she got a ponytail.



The baby's happy. Did I mention that she gave up her binky? Yeah, she could pretty much ask for ice cream at every meal and get it, this week.

Sadie's Song

Sadie sang this song today. I've tried to imply the rhythm and inflection with the way I took the dictation, but... really there's no way to reproduce this:



PRINCESS

There she goes somewhere
She gets somewhere today
She gets to where she goes
Because she goes somewhere
She gets somewhere she goes
She’s just going where she goes
She gets to where she goes
Then she goes home and that is her home
Then then then THEN and then
That’s what she did
A MONSTER CAME
Now the monster growled and then it had to eat her up
Then she went fastly as she can!
AND THEN SHE STOPPED
And there was a puppy then the puppy growled and then bite her
And she had to run away from the dog
But there were friends
And I like the friends
They didn’t want to be friends
Then didn’t want to be frie-ends
They didn’t want to be frie-ends
FRIENDS FRIENDS FRIENDS
They were just going backwards
And then she turned around and run away
Until I was done to be
Life! She got to life! But she will be dead if she goes on somewhere
Then she really did run from that monster
She really did run from that monster!
And then she’s alive! She doesn’t need to be dead!
She doesn’t need to be alive! She doesn’t need to be dead!!! DOWN HERE!
She doesn’t need a girl, she already has a girl, all that she needs to be a girl.
That’s all she said.
Do-do-do-do-do-do
She didn’t need to be dead. She didn’t need to be dea-ead.
She didn’t need to be dead. She didn’t need to be dea-ead.
To be dead.
Before she goes somewhere to her family
Then her family says go back in the valley
Before she goes back in the valley
She sees a puppy, then she said to her mommy
I need my puppy. Until she goes somewhere
She needs to bring, she needs to bring it
Before she goes somewhere
The princess got dead. Gooooooot DEAD.
She got dead, just on her skirt, she needs to gone away
Now her brother was coming to save her
The prince!
Then she came to sing a song with the guitar
And then mother came to sing with the guitar
And Leroy to lick her. And then! She doesn’t need to gone.
Gone! She doesn’t need to gone!
And then the princess went bowling
Then her dress was so so so long
Then she grew up, and turned into another dog, and then POOF
And it licked Benny, and then Benny turned into a dog.
Then everyone was a dog! And that’s how it goes all the way all the way
Over.

How to Get Your Three-Year-Old to Practice the Violin with Joy

With JOY? Yes, and joy without sugar! Now usually, I just use candy to produce joy. One tiny M&M per accomplishment yields enough joy to get us through an average day's practice. BUT! Let's say you have a moral opposition to M&Ms.

Or your child has just eaten the frosting off three cupcakes and you think the addition of one more chocolate molecule would turn her into a giant squid. Here's a game to play with a violin practice that will make it fun and sugar-free.

1. Make your programs!

How many times do you want your child to repeat her assignment? In Sadie's case, we are working on the very first part of variation A, and I want her to go through it six times per practice. So we made six programs. The programs were each 1/3 of a sheet of paper, and they said TUKA TUKA STOP STOP in big letters. Of course, this is a good time to practice letters. You will also need a sheet of stickers, any size, for later.

2. Collect your audience!

Walk through the house, with a megaphone if you have one, calling, "Who wants to come to a violin show?" Collect whichever dolls/toys/animals are interested in the performance. Arrange them like an audience, and distribute the programs. Of course, your violin student will want to participate in all this, as is right and proper and educational.

3. Start the show!

Give the child a big introduction and let him/her take over. You be the audience. Maybe the dolls will heckle, and have to be subdued. Maybe the animals will have many questions about the parts of the violin. Maybe the action figures will shriek for more, more, more Twinkle Little Star.

4. Bring on the stickers!

Every time the child plays the song (in Sadie's case the first phrase of Twinkle, all the way through, with violin hand and bow hand working together) she gets a sticker to put on the program of one of toys. Beware -- all the toys will clamor for a sticker and demand a certain one, or a certain color, and be difficult. When every program has a sticker, the practice is over, EVEN IF THE CHILD WANTS TO DO MORE. Next time, you can pass out the programs again, and everyone can get another sticker. Until then, Buzz Lightyear and Barbie will just have to hum Twinkle to themselves.

There you have it! Today's method. Is it worth it, for forty-eight tuka-tuka-stop-stops? Absolutely. Dr. Suzuki recommended five minutes with JOY. How we bring about the joy is up to us. Watch this space for more diabolical violin practice manipulations!

Edit: Hey, I just found a very cool post on awesome gadgety violin tricks from my friend Karen.

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Sadie is Funny

1.

Sadie and Benny were playing in the bathtub. Benny was pretending to give the bubbles voices and they were talking to her and playing with her. This all went along fine until she looked up at me suddenly, stricken with fear, and said:

"Mommy, do NOT put these bubbles down the DRAIN because they might DIE!"

So, we left them in the tub. I emptied it later.

2.

We were walking back to the van after six hour of hiking around Colonial Williamsburg absorbing historical information. I had no idea where I had left the van. So I said I was going to let the van find us, and I was clicking the keys to lock it so it would beep. Sadie, stomping along earnestly, said:

"Mommy, do NOT make the van find us because I will find the van all by myself I will show YOU where it is and THAT is the end of my tiny little story."

3.

Benny and Sadie were playing and Benny was fighting the evil Shawan, his imaginary nemesis, and Benny said that Sadie had to help him fight Shawan, or else he (Benny) would die! And Sadie said:

"Benny, you know, deep down in my heart, I will never let that happen!"

4.

This morning when Dan got back from his bike ride, we went to IHOP because the cleaning ladies were in the house and the children were uncleaning whatever they cleaned, the minute the cleaned it.

Sadie: I think we should go to Dairy Queen, because I'm really hungry for ice cream!
Me: Wow, really?
Sadie: And then I am also very, very hungry for fries.
Dan: So you want to stop at Dairy Queen and McDonald's, on our way to IHOP?
Sadie: YES!
Dan: That sounds like a lot of restaurants for a tiny little girl who doesn't eat anything.
Sadie: Yes, but I have a BIG GINORMOUS tummy!

Then we went to IHOP and she ate about 1/8th of a pancake. Silly girl.

My Hair is Not Pretty

Sadie was "reading" the Disneyfied version of Peter Pan with the Disneyfied illustrations. Everything she "reads" begins with the phrase, "Yesternight, AFTERNOON!" and then goes on into madness from there. So tonight Sadie was pondering the picture of Wendy, with her lovely brown hair.

Sadie: (sagging back hopelessly against the pillow) Mommy, I wish that I would have BWOWN hair!
Me: Sadie, your hair is the most beautiful color of all!
Sadie: And what about Benny's?
Me: Benny's is the same color as yours. You both have the very most beautiful hair ever.
Sadie: What about yours?
Me: Well, mine is brown.
Sadie: (sagging back hopelessly against the pillow once more) Oh NO! Now I'm sad for you, you don't have pwetty hair!
Me: It's okay, I have you and Benny to look at. I don't need pretty hair.
Sadie: (pause, clearly committed to dragging a tragedy out of the situation in some way) Mommy, *I* don't want to look at your bwown hair!

It's a good thing my husband still thinks I'm beautiful, bwown hair notwithstanding. And, may I point out, this is the first time my hair has been its natural color in over 15 years, and this is what happens! I horrify my three-year-old!

Homeschooling the Girly Girl

As Sadie starts her preschool years, I'm figuring out how different her little girl brain really is from her brother's. Today Benny and Dan went off to see a movie together, to have "boy time," or as Benny correctly specifies, "male time." Sadie and I stayed home for girl time (yes, "female time," thank you Benny). We played Barbies. We painted our nails. First hot pink, then sparkles. It was fun, and, as it turned out, educational. As usual, I learned as much as she did.

Sadie is a girl. A girly girl. Oh yes. And homeschooling a girly girl is a little different from homeschooling a math-brained, mechanically-minded, bouncing, fidgeting boy. In some ways, it's a lot easier, but you have to adjust. You have to accommodate. You can't apply the same principles.

For example, today while the boys were gone and I decided to get out the chunky big cuisenaire rods and have a nice fadoodle with them on the floor with Sadie. Might be nice to play math without Benny around to offer the answers and arrangements before Sadie can think of them.

I showed her the white block and said, "This is ONE, Sadie, this is ONE. Can you find the one that is two?"

And she found the red one. Marvelous. I showed her how two white ones line up on one red one, and then asked her to find the three. Could she find the three?

Instead she picked up the three pink/purple ones and said, "But I want these girl ones instead. I don't want the green one."

"Is the green one three, Sadie?"

"I just want these girl ones. They want to go for a ride in the Barbie car!"

"Sadie, can you find the three?"

After a few more times around the block, she was getting exasperated. "Mom, I don't want to LEARN these. I just want to PWAY them."

Okay, so the cuisenaire rods went for a ride in the Barbie car and the 8 rods were truculent and didn't want to put their seatbelts on and the 4 rods were girls, and then they all had a birthday part for one of the red ones. There's no fighting it. There is only joining it!

Here's another example: I've learned that Sadie is completely unmoved to practice writing letters with a marker and lined paper. But if the marker is Cinderella, and the paper is a dance floor, and the letters are dance moves, she is extremely motivated, especially if marker-Cinderella talks to her in a Disney princess voice and even more so if there is another prince marker whose dance moves she can copy. Are you getting me? Are you feeling me?

One more example: Twinkle Twinkle Little Star Variation 1 was "Mississippi Hot Dog" when I was little. It was "Tuka Tuka Stop Stop" for Benny. For Sadie it's "Sparkle Glitter Princess." Are the dots all starting to connect here?

So here's how our nail-painting became our preschool lesson for the day:

1. Fine motor skills. Paint your nails. Paint Mommy's nails. Try to stay on the nail, but if you don't, celebrate the joy of life anyway.
2. Math. How many have you painted? How many are left? How many fingers does Mommy have? How many on each hand? How many together? If I have five here and you've painted three, how many more are there to paint?
3. Anatomy. Can dolphins wear nail polish? Can polar bears? How many toes does Leroy (the Boston Terrier) have? How many toes does Mommy have? How many toes does *everybody* have?

And here's what Sadie had to say:

"Mommy, I love pink. And I love sparkle."
"I know you do, baby. And I love you."
"I love you too. And I love Benny, and Daddy. I love all you guys."
"You're such a nice girl, Sadie."
"I know, Mommy."

As a bonus, I have a *very* interesting manicure to take to church tomorrow.

The Power of Small Mammals

I really want Sadie to give up her pacifier.

I want her to be able to talk clearly, I want her to comfort herself with her own good brain, I want her teeth to be straight.

What I don't care about is when nosy people look at us with squiggly eyes when we're out and about and she is slurping away on it. I actually don't care about that. If the only factor were public scorn, I would let her take it to college. I'd even buy her a new (sparkly!) one for the occasion. She's small for her age. She might be able to pull of a binky at age 17. But for some reason, as she approaches the age of 4, I feel some kind of natural reasoning yanking apart my steadfast denial, so that I have to address the fact: she is too old for a binky.

Last week, this was the bribe:



"You can't take your binky to princess camp."

This week, I'm trying rabbit, rats, and guinea pigs. We went to Animal Jungle, the best pet store on earth. She petted a rabbit, she held a guinea pig, she ogled a rat, and at the end of the experience, she was claiming boldly that she wanted to get rid of her binkies so she could have a rabbit.

"Sadie, if you can do without your binky for seven days, Mommy will bring you back to Animal Jungle and you can pick out whichever rabbit you want."

Deal. Sealed in cedar shavings.

However, after lunch, there was a reversal.



"Mommy, I weed my binky!"

"Sadie, don't you want to give your binkies to the Binky Fairy so she can bring you a rabbit?"

"No, I don't WANT a wabbit, I weed my BINKY!"

What could I do? I gave her the binky. The sparkly pink binky. Now what can I try next?

Sadie's Ballet Recital

Sometimes pink is enough to make you happy forever.

Sadie had her ballet recital. It was, possibly, the best day of her life thus far. She richly, deeply enjoyed every minute of it. She was not afraid to be on the big stage at the Roper Theater. In fact, she was thrilled to be out there, and wanted to go back and do it all over again the minute it was finished.

Her ballet school, the Art of Dance Academy, performed a show based on The Wizard of Oz. There were great moments and not so great moments, as I'm sure is true with any performance involving exclusively children. Sometimes the screw-ups are the most entertaining part of the show, right? No one can remember the perfectly executed numbers, but everyone remembers when little Billy dragged little Sally by the hair into her position before spinning her in a pirouette.

Sadie was a munchkin, along with the rest of the girls in her little class. They all wore variations of floofy pink tutus, with floofy pink feathery headdress things on their heads. They were pretty amazingly cute. Here they are on stage, doing their munchkin thing:



One of the awesome parts of the show, for us, was that Benny got to go up on the stage with the magician that was entertaining the crowd between set changes. He was the volunteer assistant from the audience. It was his job, I think, to distract us while the magician was doing magiciany things that changed a dove into a dog. Benny was spectacular -- he danced, he pontificated, he was completely charming. And happy. He got to hold the dove and pet the dog, and when he was doing his wild crazy dance, everyone was screaming with laughter and cheering for him. It was hilarious. He has no self-consciousness, no uncertainy, no embarrassment. Sometimes, that's a hindrance, but sometimes it's awesome.

Sadie's bravery was incredible that day too, fearless little showboater that she was. She stayed backstage with the backstage moms, all through the show after her part, behaving herself on her own -- watching videos and coloring with her friends. And she was a beautiful little ballerina.

This is not the sport that I would have chosen for her -- I've mentioned before about my hesitations regarding ballet. But she loves it so much, how can I argue? She's meant to wear pink floof.