Thursday, July 14, 2011
3 small kidsSo since one of my nieces is knocked up with her 3rd kiddo I thought I'd share some tips I learned & discovered.
-backpack sling. Oh dear god get the backpack sling. You can (comfortabley) carry the new baby around & still have 2 free hands for grabbing the other 2!
-force that middle child to do stuff for themselves. Even if their not quite ready. Nothing makes learning speed up then needing to keep up with an older sibling. Play up the whole "let's be big helpers & show the baby what to do" with the 2 older kids.
-get the 2 older kids used to sharing a room now. Unless of course you're super fancy & all 3 of your kids will have their own room.
-the bottle prop is my most favorite thing. Put that baby in a swing or bouncey & prop their bottle with a stuffed animal or blanket & continue stopping the other 2 from killing each other.
Anyone else have any suggestions?
Friday, July 08, 2011
Curly girl confession(s)After buying this book for my Nook (it comes with videos and everything! omg, it's like Josh Baskin could see the future or something!) and reading the little curly girl confession blurbs in it (like how one curly girl got her hair cut like Dorothy Hamil- oh dear god. I actually said that aloud... no really. You fellow curlies will understand).
So I've decided to write my own.
Oh geez, where to begin. Lets start with The Karate Kid part 2. Imagine you and your sisters got some cotton, stretched it out, threw in some wet sugar and dirt and twisted it around. Now put it on top of your head. Now live with that.
Now go watch Karate Kid 2. See that Japanese chick? You want to be her soooo bad. Oh so badly. Her hair is not only long, but shiny and straight. Ohhh the coveted straight. At the end of the movie there's a dramatic scene where a storm comes and Japanese chick is outside helping save the day. Outside. In a storm. Her, STILL STRAIGHT, hair is matted down and just looks awesome. Now try doing that scene with your cotton ball head. Yeah... Which is why for oh so long I thought girls with curls couldn't be in romantical type situations unless they lived in an era where women wore their hair up all the time. (You know, like in Anne of Avonlea when she goes to the dance with Morgan... omg)
Growing up we didn't know we curlies had to care for our hair any other way than everyone else. We washed- scrubbed- our heads, brushed them with regular brushes and either threw them in ponytail holders, or just flew out the door. 2 minutes later the frizz that framed my face came around so I threw on a headband (a habit I still carry to this day).
In highschool I was going through my "I don't want any attention so I'm not gonna do things like use product in my hair or wear a bra- when in reality all that crap got me attention" phase.
So for years I never bought gel. How did I get that coveted frizz from another planet wtf is that look? A braid. As tight as I could get it. Oh and Peroxide to help it go blonde (I mean reddish splotches).
But if you spent your entire Junior High years avoiding 2 girls because they always came up to you sneering and laughing and sticking their fingers through your hair saying "don't you brush your hair?! I can't even get my fingers through it! OMG look at her hair!"
I mean, wouldn't you hide it?
And no matter how much you brushed the problem got worse so you'd cry and wonder why those mean girls kept saying that, when obviously you DO brush your hair.
Later on I walked into a black girl salon thinking they could help me. That my hair was like theirs! Cause it obvioulsy wasn't like those girls with the straight hair. The straight hair I wanted. So I asked them to relax it.
Yes I did.
And I wish I could describe the level of straw my hair went to. But straw is shinier and softer than my hair was after that.
For years, until recently, I tried every concievable way to make my hair into something it's not.
Until I found naturallycurly.com
My hair is still recovering from all the terrible things I (and others) did to it.
Physically and emotionally. You know, like when you go get your hair cut and the stylist holds up a chunk and says "what should I do with this?" Or the stylist starts combing your dry hair with a fine tooth comb- you know the combs men have in their back pockets. Or how the stylist explains how she wishes she had curly hair so she scrunches and poofs if up so much you look like a pageant queen for the Little Miss Q-Tip competition.
Everyone cries after a visit to the salon, right?
I have to accept that I'm not gonna have shiny elven Japanese hair.
But at least I'm getting closer to making the hair I have now look good.