Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Summer Lovin

I’ve purchased the Summer Crafts. Paper dolls, mini-birdhouses, needlepoint, a sewing machine (thank you, Michael’s 40% off coupon), a spa kit (thank you, Marshalls). I always over buy. I am Michael’s dream customer. I still have many wooden boats in the top of the closet. We painted fairy boats, but they came in a set of 24, so I now have 20 extras. In case you’re interested, you can have them. It’ll clear some space for the birdhouses.

This year, all 3 daughters of mine are going to have their own flower gardens. They’ll be in charge of planting, weeding, decorating, etc. In my head, this is a great way to get their hands a bit dirty. They’ll appreciate the amazing potential that is gardening and they’ll come away deeper, stronger, more beautiful. In practice, we’ll probably have 3 weed pits which I will alternately weed myself and yell at the kids for not weeding.

Weed issues are probably part of the reason that the foxes have moved out. Hal had some issues with the family not paying rent, so I encouraged them to move on by leaving diapers by their den entrance. Human smell, you know. It worked, but only after they left us a parting gift of a wing and heart on the front steps, which I buried with due ceremony because Hal couldn’t get his work clothes mussy. (Yes, that is deep and bitter sarcasm.) I shouldn’t complain. I’d rather bury a couple of bird parts than move the 11 tons (seriously) of gravel that Hal will be moving in a couple of weeks. Not only did I over extend in the craft department, but I came up with a great landscape design that involves me buying lots of pretty flowers. Unfortunately for him, it involves Hal moving rocks around. A lot of rocks. Did you know that rocks weigh more than flowers?

Oh, and to top it all off, we’ve begun the basement remodel, which kept me awake all last night worrying about whether or not a double sink will fit in the bathroom. How do you have 3 girls and not have a double sink? And are the ceilings too low for a loft bed? Can I convince the contractor that we need European-style closets instead of sliders? This is the reason Hal will be moving rocks this summer. It has nothing to do with pretty flower beds and everything to do with sharing the stress.

Sunday, May 30, 2010

Hair We Are

We’re combing hair. The 7 year old is the only one who will let me style her hair. The 4 year old has moved beyond me. That wasn’t hard to do, but it does mean that she occasionally doesn’t fix her hair the way Barbie Middle Daughter thinks she should.

So, there we are, in front of the mirror, the three of us. I’m putting low piggy tails in 7 year old’s hair. 4 year old is trying to hide her bangs by wetting the brush and pulling them over to the side. She then puts clips in them. Several clips.

7 year old has been trying to convince her to use fewer clips and let the bangs be themselves. 4 year old refuses. She doesn’t want any strangers to know she has bangs and she’s solved that problem in a very artistic way. By adding more clips.

7 year old has reached the point of fury. She’s moved from kinder, more fashion conscious older sister to Hair Devil. At this point, I step in.

“7 year old, let it go. Does it really matter to you what her hair looks like?”

And 7 year old responds, “I want her to have a bright future and she won’t because her hair looks dumb.”

Uhhhh, let me process for a moment. Some child, genetically related to me and my husband, has determined that in order to be fulfilled as a human being, a girl must have pretty hair. Even saying I buy that, which I clearly don’t given the amount of energy I put into my own hair, but just supposing I did, would I really agree that 4 year old hair determines 40 year old happiness? And would I think that a 7 year old gets to decide what is cool in the hair world? I mean, the child was bald for her first 3 years. It’s not like she’s got a world of experience.

Normally, I would sigh and say, “At least the last one won’t have those issues,” but I know that’s foolish. My brother is much more the Fashionista than any of his sisters put together. I’m just hoping that Son of Mine can hold his own when Middle Child on a Mission comes at him with a hair product.