Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Fairy King

It takes a special kind of guy to be sandwiched between two sisters.

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Sunday, April 25, 2010

Give me your tired, your poor...

Apparently it is Gwen week here on the blog, and to finish off Gwen week, a little story...

So this morning Gwen has been busily dumping all of the change out of her piggy banks and dividing the money into piles. I just watched as she went and got some of my baggies and put equal amounts of change into each of them.

She then asked me if we could drive around and look for poor people holding up signs and give the money to them. I told her that was a great idea and we could put the money into the car and wait until we see someone holding up a sign asking for money. She thought for a minute and then came up with a better idea!

"Hey! Instead we could just put a sign on our fence that says 'we have plenty of money, please come and take some from us so you don't have to be poor anymore'".

And I thought, well, that's just plain brilliant, I am a little hesitant about carrying through with that plan though : )

Saturday, April 24, 2010

Double Entendre

I was really rather proud of my reaction when Gwen cut her hair. I'm not a patient person (blame the recessive red hair gene, thanks ma!), but somehow I was blessed with great patience and understanding when my daughter woke me up from a nap to show me a baggie full of her hair. Sure I said, "Gweeeeeeeeeeeeeen, why did you do that?!" and so on, but I didn't tell her she was a horrible, irresponsible, ungrateful child or anything. After a few minutes of being in awe of the whole situation I politely asked Gwen to go to her room for a few minutes, I needed a few moments to contemplate my next move.

A few minutes later Gwen crept out of her room and handed me this note.

And my heart melted. She loves me. She knows she made a mistake. She's just a kid for pete's sake. All kids do stuff like that. What a sweet, sweet, little responsible child I have. She messed up but she is willing to take accountability for it.

So today I was cleaning off my desk and I was going to put the note in with the baggie of hair. When I grabbed I realized there was something else written on the back of the note. I had only gotten half of the message! So I turned it over and read...

That she forgives me. I have been forgiven for her cutting her hair. I don't know whether to laugh or cry, but I think I did a little bit of both!

Friday, April 23, 2010

Triple D

Gwen looooooves fairies. She draws them all the time. Lately though they have become a little more "anatomically correct". It makes me laugh!

Wednesday, April 14, 2010


I wasn't born with hair. I was born with feathers. Seriously. Fluffy, non substantially, frizzy feathers. If I gather it all in a ponytail it's about the thickness of a straw. A very small, very thin straw. It's been a curse all my life. Especially as I got to hear the complaints of people like Julianne and Laurie who had gorgeously thick, amazing hair.
And while I fear that I have passed on my bad hair genes to Bentley and possibly Ivy. Gwen hit the lottery. Gwen got Blaine's hair. Thick, gorgeous, naturally highlighted hair.

The kind I will curse when I have to buy the "extra thick" barrettes for in high school.

The kind that people comment on.

The stuff of legends.

And I knew this day would come. This idle Wednesday. Deep down in my heart of hearts I knew.
Actually, no. I used to figure I knew it would come, but at this point. I thought we had escaped.
I had no idea when I laid Bentley and Ivy down for a nap this afternoon and wearily climbed into my bed, weary and longing for just a moments rest. As Gwen sat busily playing with play dough I knew the moment was fleeting and that I would get fifteen minutes, at best, of uninterrupted sleep.
So when she came in. I wasn't surprised. And when she held up a ziploc bag and said, "Mom! Look! I want to show you something!" I wasn't surprised either.
But, as I sleepily got my eyes into focus I noticed she had a baggie full of the most beautiful corn silk.
But wait...
and that is when the surprise came

No! NO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I shouted. "UNDO!" AGH. NOOOO. NO Gwen, not now.
Not three months away from starting kindergarten.
Not now when your hair has finally grown back from three years ago when I cut it. On purpose.
It was karma coming back to get me for the time I shaved off my eyebrowns and cut my eyelashes.
The mothers curse rearing its ugly head.
I wasn't mad. I was sad. Really really sad.
Because it is short folks. Really, really short.
On the upside. I think we may just be cool enough to single handedly bring
the mullet back into style.

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Excuse me while I grab a box of tissues.
Um, seriously though, look at the below picture. Do you think I could fix her hair like this for...I dunno the next THREE years while it grows out?
On the bright side. She completely blames her grandma. She claims she cut it because she wants to remember what color it was when she was five, just like Grandma has a baggie with her hair in it from when she was young. Who needs a digital camera when you can have a gallon size baggie of your own hair?

Friday, April 9, 2010

Life goal #75

Is it wrong that one of my life goals is to be part of a flash mob?

They make me cry. I really don't know why.

Thanks Shauna Jones!

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Thursday, April 8, 2010


Have you heard of Groupon yet? It's a website after the heart of citydeals.com and restaurant.com and woot.com. I just bought my first groupon. They offer some special deal (today it was a $30 gift certificate for a car detailing place for $9- saweeeeet, we have to turn in our leased car in a couple weeks), and if enough people sign up for the deal it goes through and you print your coupon and life is happy and good. They only offer one deal a day and will send you an email about what the deal is. Anyway, I get a $10 credit if you join, so...uh....join.

And click on this link to do so!

Groupon Link

Saturday, April 3, 2010

Easter - 2 Bentley -0

So far, Easter has not been kind to poor little Bentley. Not kind indeed. He fell down a rocky cliff not once, but twice. And as I wiped the quarts of blood off of his face and tried to straighten his nose back all he could mutter through his cries was, "MY EGGS! I DROPPED MY EGGS! WHERE ARE MY EGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGS???"

Right there on your head buddy, two giant new goose eggs.

Here's hoping tomorrow isn't nearly as traumatic.