Crazy? I was crazy once...

How do you do your kids hair for school? If you're me, and Elasta Girl is your daughter, you do this...




It was crazy hair day at school. She was a Celebrity in the halls and was truly in hair heaven.

Elasta Girl and I have been "planning'' this head since we found out about "crazy hair day" last week. Liberty spikes.

I've only done one other head in all my hairstyling days and, to tell you the truth, I think Alzabeth did most of them. I can't quite remember. They were on her friends head, I must have blocked the whole experience right out of my brain.

I don't claim perfection, I just claim "CRAZY".

On her sides, I french braided.

YES. I did.

Tomorrow's the last day of school.

The END

Green salad....yummy yummy

I told Mr Smith that we were having breakfast for dinner the other night.

He pulled a face (not that face ^ a much more disgusted face) and said "Green salad doesn't really 'go' with breakfast."

We had leftovers instead.

That'll teach him to be obsessed with salad.

And another thing...

On my Pre-school graduation post from yesterday, I forgot to mention one tiny thing. Miss Amy went down the line of all the kids telling something about each one. When she got to Roo she said that whenever Roo would do something funny Roo would say: "Miss Amy, I'm such a dork."

I have no idea where she gets this stuff from.


Don't even get me started about the little boy that would help Roo with her jacket and back pack every day.

We're doomed.

The GRAD...

Roo "graduated" from pre-school on May 15th. She gets to go back next year but we celebrated anyway. This is her teacher, Miss Amy. She's married but writes "Miss" on all the papers she sends home so I'm sticking with it. She is the ultimate pre-school teacher around. Elasta Girl went to her when we lived in our Townhouse in Payson. She lived about 2 minutes from our house. She still lives in Payson and we commute so Roo can go to her too. I had to beg and plead and fester for Roo to have a spot cuz all her classes were full this year. Roo actually got to go because another little boy wasn't potty trained by the time school started. Sad for his mom, but happy for us.



You just have to have fancy hair for graduation. I was trying out the rag rollers, I could have done a better (and faster) job with the curling iron. Oh well, you never know until you try.

Why must all children pull silly faces for pictures?

Roo with her graduation hat on. Her hands were like this during the whole program.

Blurry, but cute still. And there are those hands again.

We will miss school and all the fun we had. Now Roo has to go do all my errands with me. And I don't have any more "alone time". Roo was so funny all year, every time they were making "surprises" for Mr Smith or me, she wouldn't tell me ANYTHING they did in class until she had given us the surprise.

We gave Miss Amy strawberry freezer jam for her teacher present. We saw her at the grocery store last week and she said she and her family had already eaten all of it. She also said that next year we could give her some more. We probably will.

Embarrassment...

So yesterday, Roo and I were politely strolling down the isles of the thrift store, when, we saw an actual "little person" looking at the children's books . I have to admit, I did a double take because I thought it was a kid without a mom. Roo saw her too. And she didn't just look twice, she looked, pointed and YELLED: "MAMA LOOKED AT THAT FAT GIRL" from 4 feet away from her.

I about DIED from embarrassment. I was so shocked and flustered that I swatted her cheek (not hard but enough for her to pout a bit) and said that isn't nice to say, and besides she isn't fat, she's pretty. Then I told her that we don't say mean things that would hurt peoples feelings. We just say things like: "look at that pretty girl, or "look at that nice girl" or "isn't she cute"

I thought I had her fixed when we saw the lady again, Roo pointed and YELLED: "MAMA LOOK AT THAT PRETTY GIRL"


Then, we went to the craft store. When we came around one isle we saw an actual fat woman sitting on the floor with her tank top pulled clear up under her boobs. It was NOT PRETTY. And don't ask me why she was doing it. Well, my daughter pointed and YELLED: "MAMA, LOOK AT THAT NAKED LADY"


I think I'm over shopping with children.

Reunited......

Now all she has to do is put away all the stuff in the bags.



Heaven help us.

The END

What a STAR....

Elasta Girl is my favorite child.

Mr Smith took his little sister, Meghan, and Elasta Girl camping over the weekend. Before he left, he gave me the plague. I still have it, and this morning I was not looking or sounding that spectacular. Elasta Girl woke up, got her self ready for school, made her lunch and got her and Roo some breakfast. All while I was sleeping. I woke up during the breakfast eating time and was so excited for myself.




(a self portrait)

Then, she finished getting her self ready for school, tidied up her room and made her bed. And after that.....here comes the best part....she started cleaning up the house. She put all her stuff away first, then she picked up their breakfast dishes and LOADED THEM IN THE DISHWASHER! Elasta Girl is my favorite child. She folded blankets, straightened her bathroom, cleaned off the coffee table and put away the clean dishes that I had hand washed last night. Elasta Girl is my favorite child. I asked her why she was doing all this cleaning, she just said "because I want to, you don't feel good and I wanted to help"

YUP, favorite child indeed.

(another self portrait)

That other child has yet to earn her stuff back.