"Mom, I really want some cool highlights in my hair" says my 8 year old
without hesitation I say, "Ok, cool"
"Mom, are you listening to me?
I say "Yes, dear"
A few bucks and a few hours later and VIOLA a few more REDHEADS live in Florence!
An out of town friend wanted to see the crazy hair crew. NO PROBLEM, I thought to myself.
Well, the next few pictures were the successful ones if that tells you anything. Maybe Friday
afternoon after a long week wasn't the best time.
I heard it all this week about the hair.....
This is what I have to say.....
Yes it is permanent....I was a little rushed at Walmart...meant to get the 2 week rinse out kind.
Yes, it's just for fun.
No, it won't matter in 20 years.
No, this is not a way of branding my kids or keeping track of them.
(although it has helped on the soccer field)
Yes Delaney, your hair will more than likely be back to normal by fourth grade.
Sorry Delaney, I am not a trained professional.
Yes Delaney, I know they aren't REALLY highlights.
Yes Delilah, your wed hairor wooks wheely wheely good and pitty.
Yes, to the old lady who chewed me out at church, I know that GOD gave them beautiful hair.
No, it's not for breast cancer awarness, I should have told the above mentioned Lady it was.
Yes, I would do it to my own hair too!
I have had BLONDE hair, JET BLACK hair, RED hair and ORANGE hair(this color a mistake)
The picture below is my favorite and also a redflag that we needed to get out of the house
The picture below is my favorite and also a redflag that we needed to get out of the house
before trouble starts. Trust me, I am not a hair dresser but I am a trained MOM.
So I grabbed a gallon of water,
a handful of snacks,
a package of babywipes
and out the door for an adventure.
Nowhere to be!
No homework!
No homework!
No soccer practice!
No aerobics to teach!
No aerobics to teach!
No dinner to prepare!
(in the crockpot already babycakes)
some of the most memorable times spent with my kids are the times
not planned
not exspenive
not timed
not hyped up
not plugged in
JUST LIVING
TALKING
PLAYING
GETTING DIRTY
GETTING DIRTY
BEING SILLY
EXPLORING
With freshly pumped up tires on my MAC DADDY stroller and three cute fresh redheads we decide to take a walk. Climbing the new PINE NEEDLES ROAD BRIDGE is the challenge of the day.
Not exactly sure how long the mile and a half walk to the park took.
NO PROBLEM, I thought to myself.
We aren't in a hurry for once this week.
Stopping for shadow puppets fights, investigating ant hills and picking up trash.
No socks and her finest dress getting dirty and wrinkled.
NO PROBLEM, I thought to myself.
Better than hanging perfectly on a silky puffy hanger in her closet.
Curious, disapproving stares from passer-byers as I take pictures of the kids creating
duststorms.NO PROBLEM, I thought to myself. At least they are doing it together and not arguing.
Filthy, dirty figernails.
NO PROBLEM, I thought to myself.
He is getting much more accurate with each dirt clump he throws.
A nice Dad insists I actually get in one of the pictures.
A shame you can't see the RED streak in my hair.
I laugh to myself when I look at this one.
Thank you GOD for only one Drexel dimple.
I laugh to myself when I look at this one.
No wonder that Lady at Church freaked out on me.
My two year ROCKSTAR!
Thank you GOD for only one Drexel dimple.
And...the 24/7 slobber problem.
Well, I guess they aren't hightlights at all!
Well, I guess they aren't hightlights at all!
NO PROBLEM, I think to myself, it will grow out
one day.......
