Arnold had a hair issue recently--we all have horrible eczema. So one morning she had had enough and decided to add some moisture to her head, in the form of Vaseline (in her defense she argued that it was all that she could find).
When the Vaseline would not wash out with shampoo, she googled a remedy (I try and teach my children to "problem solve". I think we need a few more lessons.). First, she used an astringent and failed both times she tried it.
Second, she tried some raw eggs (whisked). As she was showering, the hot water cooked the eggs to her hair, causing tears and frustration. She kicked the bathroom wall causing her toe to bleed.
Third, she added peanut butter ("because it gets gum out"). Failure again.
Finally, she went with baking soda which removed everything except the nasty smell that the remedies produced. The hair debacle was so traumatic that she needed a mental health day and stayed home from school. The joys of being a teenager with dark hair.
My favorite quote of the day was: "When the top of me isn't working, it's hard to have a good attitude."
Those of us who are home all the time benefited from her presence with delicious food and great company. I might look into a few more mental health days. Love you sweetie. We loved having you home. Breakfast was delicious! Thanks for letting me share.
I am slowly working through my class at Jessica Sprague.com. I enjoy her techniques and teaching style. I also enjoy that her personal style is very different than my own. It challenges me to try new things and work through my "circle element issues". The process also inspires me to create--a new kit coming tomorrow.
I wonder why I bother to get out of bed in the morning.
1. Our printer now speaks a language we do not understand and we have no idea how to change it back. It makes for some interesting results. I blame the babies.
2. Brick was swinging Dash around and let go throwing him. The end result was his foot smashing through the wall. Thankfully no one was injured. Again, I blame the babies.
3. At one point in Tank's basketball game he became concerned with the stench originating from his arm pits. He kept smelling them and finally ran over to where Rock was playing and held up his arm for him to smell. Rock doubled over gagging and it was decided that Tank's armpits were in fact stinky.
4. Brick: "Dad, Can I use the computer?" Dad: "Go ask your mom." Brick: "I think we should use it without permission. It's easier that way."
5. I walked into the bedroom to find the remote had a new home. Arnold came to the rescue and stitched up the hole, of course she was the one to put the remote there in the first place.
6. Loaf gets added to the list just for being Loaf.
Why are there so many exceptions to the rules in English?
The English language is tough for me, at least the grammar is difficult. Spanish, that's another story: simple rules and pronunciation (but that is for another post).
I've never made any claims to having great grammar as I'm sure you have noticed. I write too quickly, change sentences part way through-- adding and subtracting words forgetting to change tenses, etc. Sometimes things come out in a jumbled mess.
Every good author has an editor, right?
So I hired a proof reader.
The pay is lousy, conditions tolerable, content marginal.
She is great at spelling and her grammar is wonderful. I just overlook the attitude.
It's a hard realization that your children are smarter than you. You always hope it will happen, but when it does... well it's humbling. It makes me want to look into a writing and/or grammar class, although I can't quite get excited about that especially when there is a nice photography class I have been thinking about.
My big girls: Munch and Arnold. A relationship forged since birth- sisters who are best friends. They laugh and play. They argue and fight, although rarely. They share secrets and dreams. Their bond is unique and strong.
As they have grown taller their hair became shorter and then longer again. As they have aged they finish each others sentences and laugh at private jokes. With one look they know how the other is feeling and how to help.
Their laughter and music fill our home with joy. Their kindness and service add humility to our lives. Their lives have changed, they continue to change and yet their bond only deepens. How I love these daughters of mine. I treasure the evolution of our relationship as mother and daughter. I marvel at their friendship and am grateful for every moment of their lives.