that vision thang

Elder Flower came into the bathroom while I was taking a shower this morning. When she does this, she tends to make herself at home until I get out so that she can flush. So she's sitting there when I pull the curtain back and grab a towel. As I start drying off, she says, "Mommy, you have hair on your girl parts!" in shock. I explain that she will eventually, when she gets older get hair there, too. Calm, rational response.

Then she wants to know if she'll get hair anywhere else. I tell her that she will get hair under her arms, and a little more on her legs. She's horror stricken, asking if she'll have as much hair as Daddy (Hubby is a little hairy, but not a bear or anything.) I reassure her no, she will not get as much hair as Daddy (apparently she had a conversation with him about toe hair earlier in the week that I didn't know about until I related this story to Hubby tonight.) Then Elder asks if the hair on her girl parts will keep growing like the hair on her head. I tell her no, it kinda grows out to a length and stops. She says what if she doesn't want hair on her girl parts. I tell her that she cant stop it form growing, it happens to every one, but that she can take it off if she wants. Elder shakes her head. "I don't want to shave, it will hurt," she says. (She play shaves with the soap-- and my forgotten in the shower razor-- sometimes.) I add that you can remove it without shaving....and stop myself, going- shit. I'm having this conversation with her and she's only 4 and a half.

This after the "How did I get out of your stomach?" conversation, when she decides that if babies come out through your girl parts OR get cut out of your belly, she wants none of it (YEAH!).

I think I handled it okay, but man, was I thinking on my feet. I thought I had time before this stuff came up! I never had these conversations with my mom; its only thanks to my cousin Grasshopper that I got my first bra or wore deodorant or bothered to shave my legs. So this is new territory for me on several levels.

And Younger learned how to get out of her crib last night, too.

Current Mood: amused

Dance class last night, after staying at school until 4:30 trying to get my mountains of work done. Putting off an admin project for next year 'til the weekend or Wednesday, when I took off for a doctor's appointment to find out why I can't hear shit still (autoimmune related, and I am blocking the horrible info I've read about eventually deafness from it...) Gotta get done this week, need it for fourth quarter junior project assignments. Had to dash to a couple of stores for errands-- and of course, Walgreen's didn't have the sale item I needed, so I have to head to another store today for it. Had to go to Target anyway to get storage tubs, but still.

Youngest gave us a surprise last night, well, her dad directly (only fair, since the Eldest got me with this one). She was rammy and didn't want to sleep, so we were in and out of there trying to calm her down, even though my wonderful husband tried to do everything-- dinner, cleaning up, both bed times, lunches, etc-- so that I could work. (He really is wonderful. He keeps me sane and healthy and tries to reduce my stress.) Well, she can now get out of her crib on her own, the little monkey, six months after Eldest managed it, but with better dexterity (tells me she's been doing it far longer.) Hubby went to go check on a thump, and when he opened our bedroom door, there she was standing in the hall. The search for bunk beds is fast tracked now. On the bright side-- both girls in one room mean the nursery is a play room and I can reclaim my living room from toys. And get a piano.

Then bed at nine- medicated-- so that I could get up at 4 (ended up getting up at 3) to do the work for school that I was too tired to do last night but absolutely had to be done by today. Its printing now-- all 125 or so copies (thank god for laser printers)- and I am late for a shower by only a few minutes. Just have to wait for the printer to finish. Then dashing off to teaching straight through from 8 until 3, no breaks except to scarf down some food while I watch the kiddies do the same. Is there any doubt why WW is my avatar?

Current Mood: stressed
Current Music: Wonder Woman Theme

The Blossoms. Not mine.

Seems that my plan to grow out Elder's hair, get rid of the bangs and be able to pull her hair back into one single pony tail, was not the plan for her. While SiIL was watching the girls for us, while I was having fun playing Guitar Hero, the Elder and her Cuz decided to cut hair.

Elder couldn't see, so she chopped her bangs REALLY REALLY SHORT so she could see okay. And chopped a lock here or there on the side as well.

And Cuz cut her own, before lopping off a hank of Younger's hair in the back.

Result? An hour trip to the little kids hair salon today, and two girls with very short bangs and bobs. Not that Younger doesn't look adorable, mind. Hubby said what a cute little Vulcan cut, so you can see it didn't bother him at all to chop off the girls' long hair. But Elder's- well, there was only so much you could do with the buzz-length bangs she left to work with. The poor hairdresser was a bit beside herself, trying to fix the mess. She did the best she could, really, and it looks nice, considering. But my poor little Eldest has never had short hair before. I am still getting used to it.

I almost cried at all the long  hair on the Barbie bike seat and floor.

Current Mood: disappointed