Thursday, June 26, 2008

Beauty can be Painful

Have I really become one of those moms? You know the ones that go to any length to get their daughter's hair looking perfect? Most of the time gussying up Anna is a simple task. A little water to make it curl up and maybe a clip or bow to sweep back those slow growing bangs. Once in a while I get a little crazy and I decide to do ponytails. Today was one of those days. So as Anna sat and watched Barney, I secured her hair in two tiny tails, very cute indeed. She pulled the right one out twice and while I was fixing that side for the second time she pulled the left side out. So, I quickly redid the left side with no qualms or squawks from our little princess. This is the girl who thinks sunscreen is make-up and acts if she is Marilyn Monroe as I apply it. She loves being stylish.

Of course after nap time she wakes up having pulled both ponies out and her hair was a nice lion's mane framing her face. So, I put her in her high chair to re-do her hair, while she is eating popcorn, and as soon as I start fixing the right side she pulls my hand down and screams. I wasn't about to let her win this battle of wills so, I didn't give in. After much head shaking and little girl wails, I finally secured two pretty ponies atop her head. I kept thinking, "Anna, this is the price you pay for being a girl. Beauty isn't painless."

Now the guilt has set i. Why is that an eighteen month old girl can make me pause and adore her with brownie smeared all over her face or pause with warm flutters inside as she snuggles up to Aaron with morning hair and droopy eyes? Yet, I feel the need to implore her to hold still so I can pull her hair neat and tight. Maybe letting her be a little Au natural is O.K. even if she could be Simba's cousin.

Monday, June 23, 2008

I got Tagged!

Jenn, I feel so loved! The two big 0's next to the comments the last two weeks seem invisible.
What is his name? ~ David Aaron, Aaron, Aar, Honey, Smoochems, How long have you been together? ~ married ten and a half years, togetther a year and three months before thatHow long did you date? ~ one year…three months of me in Rexburg (I once got a lovely potato poem from Aaron), three months of him in Washington D.C( the miracle of e-mail was still young and exciting at this time)…the heart definitely grows fonder.How old is he? ~ a smokin’ hot 34 years oldWho eats more? ~ Aaron. No contest. Who said I love you first? ~ me, luckily it was returnedWho is taller? ~ Are you kidding, Aaron Who is smarter? ~ Of course me, what a silly question. lol. Aaron is a genius and definitely outwits me…most of the timeWho does the dishes? ~Mostly me but, on Sunday Aaron always does to his infamous ‘dish doin’ music.Who pays the bills? ~ Me. He earns it , I spend it.Who mows the lawn? ~He always does. I did fertilize the lawn once.
Who cooks dinner? ~ Me! Yet, I love coming home from a long run with Huevos Rancheros or some other breakfast treat waiting for me. Thanks babe.Who kissed who first? ~ Aaron but I soon followed.Who asked who out first? ~ I think Aaron did, although I don’t think I knew that until a month later.
Who proposed? ~ He did with a bit of gentle nudgingWho has more siblings? ~ we are equal on this eight kids eachWho wears the pants? ~ We both wear pants but sometimes I like to wear a skirt or a dress, depends on my mood.
Thanks for putting up with me babe. Even if my FHE lessons are a bit girly. Love You Always!
O.k so who do I tag? Since I was tagged by one of two people who actually read my blog, and the other is on hiatus. Anyone who drops by is tagged. Sorry, this is a little cruel but, I’m sure you’ll

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Summers Here, School's Out?

So, I'm sitting at the computer a few days ago and here the neighborhood kids screaming and giggling on their trampoline. I think, that's funny, shouldn't they be in school? The neighbor girl comes over when Anna and I our out and asks if Anna can play (push her around in the stroller and dote on her). I about ask her why she isn't at school then I realize, oh it's time for summer vacation for all those lucky children who aren't in year-round school. So, I am know having dilemmas. Since half our neighborhood goes to the one or another charter school and a lucky few are already done with their track assignment, Harris is partially thinking it is time for summer.

Example A: (this is probably more weather related really) We are moistening the garden the other day and it is about 55 degrees out. He grabs the hose and points it at me and Anna. Anna loves it, she has no sense of being too cold, being soggy is to enjoyable. I, on the other hand, don't enjoy shivering. Harris says, "Mom, it's summer."

Example B: Our lovely extended daylight savings time has again stretched the hours of light to forever. 9:30 to be exact. We go outside one night and Harris is doing his famous flip with his scooter. Let me clarify: the scooter flips not him. About 8:10, thinking I'm such a generous mom, I yell to Harris it is time to come home, tomorrow's a school day. As the rest of the boys continue playing, Harris mopes up the driveway and says, "It's summer, Mom."

Example C: My family goes camping this week and my parents have scheduled the camping spots from Thursday to Saturday. So, we will head up Friday at Five. As long as no one has an urgent need at A's clinic. I would like to say, "But Mom, School District, Neighborhood Clinic, It's summer!"

Thank goodness for the spectrum program and Harris switching to traditional schedule. All the testing and form-filling out is worth having a normal summer. So, next year I won't have my boy shooting jealous darts at the kids who already done or counting down the days until he can realistically say, "Mom, it's summer."

Monday, June 2, 2008

long blog

I have to apologize, at least to myself, for missing a blog for last week. I had to take a break. My week was just to darn packed with stuff. Stuff that consisted of looking for a new car and keeping up with my other duties. I have to say, I am so grateful for Aaron's car. It has done its job. Needless to say, it is on its way out, or that is what we keep on thinking is going to happen for the past six months. So, I put everything on hold to do some serious car looking on Monday and Tuesday. I hate used car shopping. We have been so excited to finally have our CR-V paid off that we have enjoyed the freedom of no car payment a little too much. So, trying to find a car we can pay cash for and will run for a while has become a bit of a challenge.
After lead after lead (thanks going no where I decided to take a break from that and get a tooth pulled. A quick note: between babies and not having six of my permanent teeth, I have had my share of dental work done. We are hoping that the placement of this last bridge will be the finale. So, Thursday I had my tooth pulled and felt great. I really felt fine. I hate feeling doped up and nauseous on pain pills, so I was ecstatic that ibuprofen did the trick. That was until Sunday morning when I woke up sore. I took some more Advil and that took care of things until that night. I got so sore. So, I went into the dentist (not the one who pulled the tooth or the dentist I regularly see) to find out that there is still one root of the tooth still up there. Which could be o.k., he tells me they do it all the time. The bad news is that they couldn't do my bridge prep work due to how tender the space is. Now I have to go around with a big toothless gap in my mouth for four weeks. They also put me on antibiotics as a precaution. As I leave the dentist with Anna on my hip, I realize that it stings more then hurts. When we get to the car, I take a look in my mouth and see a gigantic canker sore where I had said tooth. Being a little frustrated with the dentist, I call Aaron. He reassures me that it is easily taken care of with topical stuff, which is true as I feel much better today. I love my personal physician!
Sorry for all the rambling, it seems I am again entering a week with unscheduled incidents and appointments. So, excuse the uncreative selfish blog. I just had to vent my frustrations somewhere.