….when your 8 year old breaks her foot and finds out that she can’t jump rope, or run, or ride a bike, or swing, or as she says “I can’t do anything I like!”
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Wordless Wednesday…{{when big sister gets the camera}}
Mama, my hair!
To say that my youngest daughter is a rough sleeper would be an understatement.
She always wakes up with the back of her hair in knots, always,and you can tell how well she slept by how big the knot is.
She is, what we like to call, a “brain rocker”. To help herself fall to sleep she rocks her head back and forth, and in the process ties her hair into big, fat knots!
Every morning we do the “Big Comb Out”
I plop her in front of her favorite cartoon and as gently as possible work on the rats nest that was at one time her hair.
After a few tears, we get to this: nice smooth piggy tails.
Occasionally we will get fancy and do some messy buns,
but mostly she gets piggies.
The reason for nice tight piggies?
Because when nap time rolls around…
the rockin’ starts and because I don’t want a repeat of the “Big Comb Out” tight piggy tails it is.
She is a master at working those piggies nice and lose and lop sided during her afternoon naps, but at least she doesn’t get the knots.
and that
Makes for one very
happy 4 year-old.
Ahhhh Man!
You know you are old when you are at the check-out counter of the grocery store making small talk with the nice 19 year old checker and he asks you how many kids you have.
“five” I say smiling, expecting the usual response of “wow, you don’t look old enough to have that many kids.”
instead I got:
“oh, five, that is a nice bunch…so do you have any that are still in school?”
**gasp** did he just say what I thought he said? My oldest child is 9 for heaven sake! I am only 31!!! Do I look old enough to have kids graduated from high school!!!
Oh wow, I need a make-over!
Country Music
I was in the car today, running some of Dadzoo’s clothes to the cleaners. I wish I was running all of his shirts there, I would love to just send his shirts out…but alas, the washing and ironing of said shirts is my job.
Anyway
I was in the car today and I had a local Country Music station on. I usually don’t listen to Country music, typically the radio is tuned to some Talk Radio (Dr Laura, Glen Beck….) or some Rock station. Today I was in the mood for Country.
Well, Punk #3 said “Hey mom, is this Country?”
“Yep, this is Country.”
Punk #4 pipes in “NO, it not!”
(since she is 4 she knows everything about everything.)
“MOM! isn’t this Country Music?”
“MOM! isn’t this Country Music?”
“Yes”, I say “This is Country music.”
Punk #3 says “This is the kind of music people listen to when they go on long trips in the Country, that is why it is called Country Music.”
6 year olds sure have things figured out, don’t they.