A Picture is Worth 1,000 Words...
I did manage to get batteries for the camera today, but did I manage to put them in? No. And I missed two photo opps that I could have added much running commentary to.
One would have been a picture of how house to be renovated number one is coming along, and the other would have been of Nicole's hair pulled back for cheer leading.
Slowly but surely the old house is getting there. Stress slowly. This is the house that was going to be completely painted by mid-August. And what is today? October first on my calendar...I am glad I am out of money to help support renovations for the time being. No more, money bags here doesn't have any shekels left. And when the insurance bill comes it is getting passed along. The financial assistance phase out has been phased out.
Then Nicole really is averse to brushing or combing, or picking her hair. We even got great shampoo from the gal who cuts her hair guaranteed to detangle even the rattiest of thick, curly hair. Nicole has beautiful hair; thick red curls. But she doesn't brush it and it is a rat's nest. Well, today the rat's nest got loose in the middle of the half time cheer during the midget football game. Now, Nicole is famous for not being able to make it through a dance recital without tugging at a wedgie. Well, today we came up with a variation on that theme: her hair band bow came out in the middle of the half time dance, but got stuck in the frizzies and she had to tug and tug. I have to admit it was hysterical to those of us watching from the sidelines.
Now, I just wish that girl would brush her hair; but for the time being it isn't a battle I have picked.
The important boundaries are going well.
Peace.
One would have been a picture of how house to be renovated number one is coming along, and the other would have been of Nicole's hair pulled back for cheer leading.
Slowly but surely the old house is getting there. Stress slowly. This is the house that was going to be completely painted by mid-August. And what is today? October first on my calendar...I am glad I am out of money to help support renovations for the time being. No more, money bags here doesn't have any shekels left. And when the insurance bill comes it is getting passed along. The financial assistance phase out has been phased out.
Then Nicole really is averse to brushing or combing, or picking her hair. We even got great shampoo from the gal who cuts her hair guaranteed to detangle even the rattiest of thick, curly hair. Nicole has beautiful hair; thick red curls. But she doesn't brush it and it is a rat's nest. Well, today the rat's nest got loose in the middle of the half time cheer during the midget football game. Now, Nicole is famous for not being able to make it through a dance recital without tugging at a wedgie. Well, today we came up with a variation on that theme: her hair band bow came out in the middle of the half time dance, but got stuck in the frizzies and she had to tug and tug. I have to admit it was hysterical to those of us watching from the sidelines.
Now, I just wish that girl would brush her hair; but for the time being it isn't a battle I have picked.
The important boundaries are going well.
Peace.
Labels: cheerleading, curly red hair, house painting and renovations
posted by www.kathypride.com at
9:52 PM
4 Comments:
have you tried using "silk therapy"? it is amazing...gets all those rats out! you can use it on wet or dry hair, just a little or it may look greasy!
blessings!
I am sure you are familiar with the advice that whatever a contractor or renovator tells you when the job will be completed, double it. I think this would be true even for when family is working on a project, don't you? In fact, I think it takes even longer than paying someone else to do the same job. In my life, I am still waiting for Jeff to finish the ceiling trim in our family room. He started and got half way around the room when Simone was a newborn. She is now 11. When we first moved into our new house, he decided to paint the garage interior, including ceiling. We have lived here for 14 years and it is only 3/4 done. Maybe 12 years ago he mostly finished his office cabinetry and shelving and trim -- not done yet. And I am no better. I started, and never finished, and haven't worked on in at least a year and a half, to put all my photos in albums. There they sit on the shelf. Some albums have pictures but no journaling. What am I waiting for? I just went into the attic, that depository of what I don't to deal with, and I have correspondence stored in boxes (labeled even) dating back to childhood. When am I planning on going through that? I have paint for the laundry room but the fact that I have to clear it out first stops me in my tracks. Ditto for Gregory's room and Simone's room. I have promised Ben I would mail him Gregory's X-Box and promised Gregory I would mail him his bike. Both still wait for me.
As to hair, I have also struggled with Simone's rats nest, although her hair is certainly not as thick as Nicole's. For a while, I decided to let her go around looking homeless and letting her hear the comments her friends might make. I used bottles of spray on detangler. I worked through her knots and tangles with my fingers first, then let her try to brush it, then I brushed it, but it was still a fight. I don't know if it was age/maturity or peer pressure but she now brushes her hair every morning. She still can't put up her hair without looking awful, but I don't comment. She'll get it eventually. Actually, I think a turn around might have been when she got her hair cut and saw how much easier it was to care for. As it grew out, she kept brushing it and got used to what it took to care for it.
Anyway, the best of luck with this stage. I promise it will pass.
Love,
Katy
When I was THREE, my hair was so tangly and painful to brush, my Nanny (75-year-old sitter) got tired of the battle and told Mom that if she didn't have it cut, Nanny would do it herself...Mom immediately took me and it cut short...a Pixie.
I remember looking over my shoulder at my long hair in the mirror, down to my waist, strawberry blond and big curls at the ends. I think I was sad. Mom sure was. She ran around picking up locks off the beauty shop floor. I still have much of it.
But I NEVER had short hair again....until I was well over 30, anyway. When it would get too easily tangled or too frizzy, I would have it cut off a few inches. But I'm pretty sure at 3 I learned to comb my own hair!!
Somehow I managed to get Nicole to let me totally brush her hair after swimming tonight. And I will try Silk Therapy. It is on my shopping list for tomorrow. And her hair is so beautiful.
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