(Little) Lady in Red

Today, while Jilly was hosting a playdate, she decided that her friend needed a new hair color. So Jilly took her big sister’s red “play” lipgloss and smeared it all over her friend’s beautiful dark brown head of hair. Jilly and her friend loved the new look.

Her friend’s parents were gracious and laughed it off when they came up to pick up their daughter who now had (somewhat) red and (definitely) sticky hair.

After dinner, we received a call from an amused father. He had washed his daughter’s hair three times and dried it with a hair dryer. His wife saw the four-year old after bath time and asked him why her hair was still wet.

It was not wet. The lipgloss was still coating every strand of hair, making it look like she had combed grease into it.

The good news is that the red color that had stained her scalp is gone. But, now the tub has a greasy red ring all along the inside.

We’re lucky that these parents are good friends who have a sense of humor.

A few months ago, the girls got together and decided to break every. . .single. . .crayon in their house into teeny tiny bits. I bought them a new box of crayons to say “sorry for the mess”.

I guess this time I’ll be stopping by with some Clorox for the tub and a hat for Jilly’s friend.

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I’m writing about donuts, people! DONUTS!

Oh My God, I AM Raising Geeks!

Overheard in the Fairly Odd Household the other day:

Belly: “Mommy, could you PLEASE read The Iliad to me while I eat lunch?”

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For all you local yokels, I have a post up at New England Mamas about “our” kids’ museum.

Ass Over Tea Kettle

Yesterday, Belly and I were snuggled in the big living room chair reading a book together.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jilly coming down the stairs. My heart was instantly in my mouth because she wasn’t just coming down the stairs. . .she was rolling, head over heels, over and over and over. . .all the way to the bottom where she landed on the hard wooden floor.

I jumped up and ran to her, expecting the worst. She was crying loudly and hugging her arm to her chest. I was crying too. I looked for blood first and then decided to see if she was really injured.

“Touch your head”, “touch your shoulders”, “touch your toes”, “wiggle your knees”, “wiggle your nose”, “do the funky chicken”. Pretty soon, we were laughing and smiling, and it was obvious she was fine.

“I’m so glad you are ok, Jilly. You really scared me.”

“Mommy? You know what? Coming down like that was really fun”.