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My friend’s son

Published February 12, 2016 by lynn k scott

One of my daughter’s Godmothers, has two boys, ages 5 and 7.  I am always getting updates on the 5 year old and the status of her ever-greying hair.

This morning, she shares a conversation that her 5-year old initiated.

Son:  “Mom.  When my ‘totoy’ get big, it’s showing off its muscles”.

Now, I’m not going to go into the scientific definition of ‘totoy’.  Just know that it’s a male appendage, just south of the torso.

His mom, my friend, had no response other than almost dying.  I, on the other hand, busted out laughing, almost hysterically.

You have to appreciate how kids think and then choose to express themselves.  Their perspective is completely original and they aren’t shy about sharing.

Thank you to whomever created hair dye.  The moms of the world appreciate you!

Yup…she noticed!

Published January 6, 2016 by lynn k scott

This morning as the lil miss and I were leaving the office to head out to drop off at school, she looks up at me and says, “Mom?  Did you brush your hair today?”

It’s not role reversal; I assure you.  It’s my daughter’s way of indirectly saying, “Mom, your hair looks like crap today.  I am noticing you didn’t dry or straighten your hair today.  You let its natural body make uneven waves and stray strands do as they please.”

I affirmed I had indeed brushed my hair and told her some days I just don’t feel like “doing” my hair.  That’s allowed, right?  Hell, I am 44 years old now.  My hair, and I, can pretty much do what we damned well please.

I find it ironically humorous, this child will notice my hair, but I practically have to ground her to make her take a shower just to keep hers clean!  Oh to be a nine-year old child and able to judge the fashion-challenged parents of the world.  How I do miss that ability!

Adventures in Homeschooling: the 4th grade year

Published September 10, 2015 by lynn k scott

Yesterday, I stopped by to pick up my daughter from a friend’s house.  I had given her some words to look up in the dictionary. Her assignment was to find the word in the dictionary, write its page number she found it on and a quick definition.  That’s sounds fairly easy, right?  WRONG!  To a reluctant fourth grader, I just assigned her to climb Mt. Rushmore, free-hand!

Back to that in a moment.

I walk in the door and I see my daughter gathering her things.  It was then I noticed her hair.  My daughter’s hair goes down her back and is just about to touch her buttocks if it grows much more.  She often pulls it up.  Let me tell you…she got creative!

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Every item she had in her pencil box was in her hair!  I couldn’t stop laughing.  I’ve never seen anyone do this.  My friend hadn’t seen her do it and the expression on his face was priceless.  I told her, “don’t get in the car.  I NEED a picture of this”; knowing I just found my next blog post.

We begin home and that’s when I find out she didn’t do her dictionary terms.  Well, that became her first order of business upon arrival at the house.  I should have gotten out the climbing gear for that mole-hill that she made into a mountain.  “It’s too hard!  Who needs to learn how to use a dictionary anyway?”  SLAM!  That would be the dictionary.

*EXASPERATED MOTHERLY SIGH*

“Ok, put it down, for now.  I’ll have you work on something else”.

“Mom, we need to talk.”  That’s really code for….I’m not happy and I’m about to tell you why.

“Ok, let’s talk.  What’s on your mind?”

“Mom.  You should just accept the fact I’m going to be a failure.  I’m ok with it.  I’ll live a life of crime.  I’ll go to prison, get released, steal something and go back to prison.  That will be my life.”

Ah, my over-dramatic daughter.  Have I expressed how fun nine year-olds can be?

I assured her that wouldn’t be the case.  She wasn’t cut out for prison.  I then offered to switch her to a language program to work on reading and comprehension.  Oh, that went over like a lead balloon.  But guess what, she did it anyway.

My princess settled in and started the computer work.  She didn’t do half bad.  I sat with her while she read aloud.  She stopped during her reading, looked at me and said, “I’m sorry for my behavior.  You know, girls and puberty, right?”

Heaven help me!  I bit my lip to stifle a laugh, as she was dead serious.  I agreed she was hormonal or something and the rest of the evening went off without a hitch.

My husband wanted a little girl.  I warned him that boys were A LOT easier.  He really didn’t know what he was asking for, as this is his first child.  There’s a reason they say to be careful what you wish for.  This child is going to give both of us a run for our money.  I only hope she gets a well-paying acting job because she’s got talent for drama!

I quit pooing

Published June 2, 2015 by lynn k scott

I quit pooing about six weeks ago.  Ok, ok, so “pooing” is short for shampooing.  I have read quite a bit about not using shampoo.  In my ever-increasing need to lessen the amount of chemicals used in my home, I gave up buying and using shampoo (and conditioner).

Depending what information you choose to believe, it definitely took more than two weeks for my hair to get passed the greasy, slick, “take a shower, will ya?” phase.  I can say it took a good month before my hair finally stopped freaking out over the fact that I wasn’t lathering up every other day.

If you have long hair, I highly recommend braiding it and no one will ever know you and your hair are on a new quest.  If you’re like me, and not a fan of hats, you get a really cute A-line cut, and tuck those locks behind your ear.  I admit it, my hair looked like I had a fight with the hair gel and the gel won.

When I first decided to stop “pooing”, I was going to use the baking soda method.  I can honestly say, it made my hair a bit brittle.  Then I happened on some homemade soap, all-natural and chemical free.  I really like it and used that for about three weeks.  Recently, I found Dr. Bonner’s Castile bar soap.  So far, I’m very pleased with the results the soap has had on my hair.  I like the soap has essential oils, is part of fair-trade, chemical free and GMO-free.

If you are up for a challenge, might I suggest you stop “pooing” too?  Be prepared for a good 2-6 week hair transition, but you will enjoy the freedom of not being dependent on chemical shampoos.  Should you require a conditioner, simply put a little coconut oil on your fingertips and massage through your hair (but not the roots).

She informed me

Published March 23, 2015 by lynn k scott

You have to appreciate how willing children are to help you learn things you obviously didn’t already know.

For instance, this morning, my precious nine-year old did just that.  I stopped at the ATM for gas money.  My daughter watched me walk up to the ATM and then back again.  Upon entering the car, she said, “well, it seems we are both having a bad hair day”.

When I objected and said, “HEY!  My hair is not that bad this morning”, she countered with, “have you seen the back?”.

I will be the first to admit that I didn’t spend an enormous amount of time on my hair this morning.  I did flat iron the front and then bits and pieces in the back, where it’s shorter, but having “fluff” works with this cut.  I guess the “fluff” was the bad part.

I love having a pint-sized fashionista living with me.  I am not quite sure how I have made it through 40+ years being one gigantic fashion faux pas.  What would I do without her?

Out of the mouth of babes.  Wondering at this point if they keep anything in?

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