Wednesday, May 31, 2006

Daycare and lunchbags

The new adventures in having a new daycare are still rough ones. First of
all, the poor lady ( who runs it), her husband just had a triple (or double
) bypass, and was sent home early, so she is having personal problems with
nurses not arriving on time, as well as other issues. Now that I knwo whats
going on, I feel awful for her, what a horrible thing to go through. Because
I have the advantage of my parents staying with me for a few more days, I
offered to have them watch her during the three hour period that the other
children, all but Drew, are in classes. This way she can run out to check
with her husband.

Its day three, and today I heard from my mother that the lady was late
showing up this afternoon, and had to send in a replacement worker who was
also lat
e.
I am sure that in time, things will settle (I hope), and we will come to
know her, and like her, as I have the daycare and its teachers. Right now I
just want to pull out my hair and scream.

ARGGGGGGGGG!

All this has done is make me REALLY APPRECIATE the last daycare we had, and
the small ratios that our government imposes on the businesses of children
to adults for that childrens age group. That means there is always extra
staff at hand.

And here is this new daycare, with one sole owner/employee and two part time
assistants in the afternoon. I have yet to find out what happens when she is
sick. But, as many people love dayhomes, this is the exact reason I avoided
them. In a daycare, when a teacher is sick, there are replacements. What
happens when the dayhome lady who looks after my child is sick? I have to
take time off work, which really irks me, because although I love time off
work, I prefer to save it for when my child or I am sick, not someone else.

I called to check in with My mother and Drew today, and to my surprize Drew
got onto the phone.
"Mama, I need a new lunch bag. Apparently I have problems opening the
zipper, it sticks. But, I can use it today though. But a new one tomorrow is
good." Never take your four year old near a mall, because no matter how
fancy of a lunch bag you buy her, she will always see something five minutes
later and want it more, and never forget that she wanted it. This is the
third attempt to get the 'barbie' lunch bag, the one we saw after it took
her HALF AN HOUR to pick out the much wanted Dora lunch bag. Such a little
shopper.

Tuesday, May 30, 2006

Rock pinching

We were all in the side of the campsite, and heard the people in the site next to us say: "Is there someone digging up the rocks?" Minutes later Claude appeared, quickly hiding his shovel.

I give the man full credit, for when I said it would be nice to have a large rock, he certainly put his back into getting one for me. (Although I love the decoration of the front yard, I did mean the 'sparkly' kind of rock, that comes on a ring . . . . hee hee).

Claude spent much of our camping trip scouting out rocks like a burgler to a house. Friday night I noticed that the truck looked a little lower, and that large boulders were hidden under the tarp in the box. Here is one of the largest of the 'aquisitions'. I can't believe they (Dad and Claude) actually got it into the truck - let alone from the truck into the garden in my back yard! (no broken backs either!)

The neighbour asked what I was doing with them all. I told her I was replicating stonehenge.

Sky on fire.

This was one of those sunsets that you sit on your camp chair watching, with a glass of wine and the warmth of a campfire. - Okay, really, I was hanging off the edge of the lake snapping a hundred photos a second trying to get the best shot untill dark, on the last day of the longweekend.

Just a good picture.

Monday, May 29, 2006

puppies:

BIG NEWS about little things

So, today was THE DAY. Its about 8:30 a.m. and already I have had more
excitment than I can handle.

Claude and I barely slept last night. I don't know about him, but I got a
midnight phone call (that I missed because I was so busy stressing out
trying to sleep), that woke me up, and then I woke on my own about 1, 2 and
4 a.m. I woke up in a absolute panic from dreaming that Drew was wandering
lost in her new school and tried to walk home on her own, and was in the
back yard crying for hours before I got there. I had that dream three times.
Add in Claude snoring like a lawnmower, and tossing and turning, and I feel
like I pulled an all nighter, without the party.

First, It was Drews first day at her new daycare/afterschool care. She was
practically vibrating at the kitchen table eating breakfast. I made her her
favorate pancakes (with sprinkles), and she ate all of them faster than
anything I had ever seen before. She had already picked out her clothes, and
was ready by 6:50 - a new world record. Normally, I have to push her out the
door after seven. Gannie (her grandmother, my mother) came with us to see
the school, and introduce herself so she could pick up Drew early on days
she is visiting.

Drew was absolutely great about the whole thing, she got the tour of the
room, where her 'hook' was for her coat and bag, where her lunch goes, and
her outdoor shoes. It was pretty cute. There was a moment where we had
arrived a bit early, and the two seconds before the janiter unlocked the
door, I thought she was going to explode with tears. But he unlocked the
door, and in we went to her new world for the next few years.

I was a bit upset myself and almost vommited on the floor when the Daycare
lady told me she was supposed to tell me Drew couldn't start until July.
(except she forgot). There, while I was standing in the daycare Monday
morning, dropping her off to start her first day, after I talked to her
FRIDAY and every week for two months. After I pulled her out of her
practically perfect daycare she has been at since she was 11 months old. She
tells me NOW she shouldn't start until JULY. That the kids don't get out and
start full-day daycare until end of June, and she would be the only one, and
it was against regulation. I vommited, on the floor right then, almost.

I origionally wanted her to start May, when we moved, but she told me to
wait until June. In fact, she had specificially told me June was good to
start, and I convinced her to start May 29, so Drew could have a full week,
and not a half week at one daycare, half at another. So, she agreed that she
could go to this new school, she wouldn't turn us away (thank god), but I
couldn't run out and tell the kids she wasn't in kindergarten yet for a
month. (like that is my goal, eh?). I got the distinct impression this woman
was extremely unorganized, and a bit wishy-washy, but good with kids. I did
leave the school feeling bit less nervous, after she said it wouldn't be a
problem. But I wonder about the future.

Drew barely said goodbye to me (a good thing), she was too busy with her new
bathroom Buddy, a little blond girl. I am hoping this new crowd of older
kids, who can go the bathroom practically when ever they want on their own,
will teach her an independance that her past daycare discouraged. An end of
the 'daytime' accidents that she had, because she wasn't given free access
to the three toilets that twenty five boys and girls shared, and teachers
didn't always take her too in time, and that had line ups to use them. I am
hoping that having an all girls bathroom, without line ups, and alot of big
kids as example, will help her.

So overall, I am hopeful, and proud of my kids ability to be so excited of a
new school and friends, and not regretful of the old daycare (yet).

Now, secondly, I arrive at work today to find an email that the puppies are
born! I had put a deposit to get a male Rhodesian Ridgeback puppy, and they
finally were born! So, we will get our pup 'Copper' sometime this July.

Thursday, May 25, 2006

Its raining its pouring, Claude is always snoring

Its raining
Its poring
Claude is always snoring
Yesterday I bumped my head
upon the bed
and I still had to get up and go to work

:)

oops, EdandKellydidit again

My parents are back visiting, and I have to say, I am getting used to having
them around. Its really nice when they leave, but just as nice as when they
arrive. That's saying allot.

I should begin this with the fact that I have a HUGE TRENCH in my back yard,
and two dirt mountains next to it, where Claude has begun to install the gas
line to the garage. I dreamed last week that it rained for thirty days and
on the thirtieth day snakes crawled out. (It was a rather bland dream,
despite the fact it sounds like it was exciting.) Anyhow, the forecast was
for rain all this week, but last night, it cleared up, and I came home to
find Dad and Claude digging again, and they had accidentally cut some wires.
There was a huge rush into the house, to check the phones and internet. All
were working. Just more mysteries of "What IS this?" Luckily, its another
mysterious wire buried in our back yard.

Here is a list of the weird things 'Ed and Kelly' have done. (By the way, I
have heard "edandkellydidit" so often, I am now making it a word.)

Official Edandkellydidit's:

-Hot glued shelf to tile wall in the kitchen (almost had to bust tile to get
it off)
-siliconed suction cups to tile on bathroom walls
-rolled sod over top of bark mulch garden
-cut down an evergreen to the base, rolled sod over it and planted a plum
tree on top of its stump (about 3 inches of growing space)
-painted two windows shut
-installed the cable wires only one inch under the grass throughout the back
yard, with connections branching out that I am sure leads to every house on
the block. So far no one has complained that we removed them. If not, they
can have Shaw Cable install the mess in THEIR back yards.

When I remember the rest, I'll add them in. By the way, its raining, and I
totally miss home (Vancouver area). Here I am cheerfully whistling in the
rain this morning, sans umbrella, and everyone looks miserable, grumbly and
depressed. COME ON PEOPLE! You get weather so cold it can't snow, wind
chills making it minus forty Celsius and your nostrils freezes together in
two seconds, and you complain about RAIN?????

You wimpy rednecks.

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

The last week at school

This is Drews last week of school. Next Monday, she starts her new
"Before/After school care" program, which actually is right inside the same
building she is starting Kindergarten in this fall. This is a big relief for
me, not only does it eliminate the need for her to take the bus (which she
is actually upset about, she wanted to ride a bus), and sooth my fear of her
being abducted enroute to and from school, it also solves the problem of me
getting out of downtown earlier.
Having her daycare downtown, near my office, was great, except it put me
right into heavy traffic, and hopefully I can now sneak by it. In a strange
way I wish I could abandone my monthly parking stall fees, and take the bus,
if only because I would get to walk Drew to school, and catch the bus next
to it. That way even though I had to go to work afterward, for that fifteen
minutes every morning that I had to get up even earlier to walk with her,
hand in hand and deliver her safely to school, I would get to feel like a
stay-at-home Mom, feel like I was making up fro all the time I have missed,
and get a few more minutes with my daughter that day.

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

May long weekend, defies myth and has sun for once


This May long weekend we spent a wonderful weekend fishing, hiking and sleeping. It was heaven. We met my parents at the lake late Thursday, and their friends Phil and Anne Marie. We got two great sites, near the water, and I think I spent the most of the time sleeping, sun burn to prove it. Drew caught THREE FISH (although they were sucker fish).

Thursday, May 18, 2006

Little Girl gets BIG

Drew is starting her new school in two weeks, and has no real idea what it
really means. I am hoping she'll just have fun, at her new school, and won't
be lonely or lost. In attempt to have her adjust better, I have met another
parent whose daughter may or may not be in Drews kindergarten class. They
are wonderful people, and Drew and the little girl got on great. That way at
least she'll have one familiar face.

Last night Drew turns to me and says: "Don't worry Mama, I am a big girl and
I will get to send postcards to my old school, and I am going to make ALOT
of pictures to make you feel better. Then I'll bring all of my new friends
home so they can help me clean my room." You got it kid!

Monday, May 15, 2006

The puppy garden

Drew tells me a story saturday, and it started like this:

"Once upon a time there were these puppies, floating in heaven. They were
very nice puppies. Then one day, it was just their time. They began to
shrink and shrink and fell into the dirt, and became so small small, until
they were seeds. Then seeds went into the mommy dogs tummy, and the next
week puppies were born."

Now how do you respond to THAT, I ask you?

Friday, May 12, 2006

Another strange car conversation about dead people



In case you don't know, Drew loves the Doodlebops. They are a singing, dancing, multicoloured toddler audienced rock group with their own tv show, and we have their dvd and cd that we play way too often.

On the way home today, Drew suddenly tells me that the Doodlebobs are dead. Dead? Her favorate kid rock group is dead? What makes her think of that? And HOW does she come up with something like that?!?

"Because they are all weird colors mom. Their skin is rotting. But their songs are still good."

Monday, May 08, 2006

Not your average fairy tales- and here is where I review a book and highly reccomend it


My good friend Kristin got this book for Drew a few years ago (yes Kristin, its been a while, and you ARE getting older). I want to add this in that its seen the most bedtime readings of all our books so far, even over Robert Munsch. Written by Nicola Baxter, I am having issues finding more of her stuff online to order. (if anyone can point me to a link, I would be grateful). Not only do the princesses have some dignity and spend absolutely no time waiting for some dude to sweep them off their feet, some of them actually spend time on how to knock him off instead, or their own families as well. They stick frogs in their socks to scare away men, have huge unprincess-like noses, or run away with the dragon instead. Great stuff, and much more entertaining than a story of some girl letting herself be pushed around.

Trying to put my father in an early grave...?



There is a hole in our back yard big enough to bury someone in, and long enough to add some of their friends.
Claude and Dad have been making room to put the gasline in to the garage. Apparently they dug it on the last day of sun, because the forcast has nothing but rain going on for the next week. So the holes and mountains of dirt (which compliment our enourmous sod pile) shall be here for a while. Maybe I'll plant daisies on them!
There are boards covering the top of the pits now, and I think I may put some of Claudes left over lunches in the bottom to attempt to trap that animal that has been pooping in out yard.
Just joking!
With Claude's appetite, there is no left over lunch.

Ashes for eyeballs and will they blow away?

Last night Drew was having her monthly bath (just kidding, its three times a
week, because she isn't one of those 'smelly people'). (meaning like Claude
- ha ha). Claude had helped wash her hair, and at one point I guess he told
her that she could play for a while, but to be careful with the soap,
because if it got in her eyes, they would burn. The adults, (me, Claude, and
my visiting parents who pretty much live here as their third home), were
watching the 'Family Stone' in the living room.

All of a sudden, she started shrieking, so of course, I went running in a
panic to the bathroom.

She was out of the tub, and hopping up and down holding her eyes with a
towel, yelling that she had got soap in them, and crying. I got my contact
solution and washed them out for her, and while doing so, she asked me if
her eyes would grow back.

Um, Eyes grow back?!? Thinking that the soap blinded her, I asked if she
could see at all. She told me she could, but Claude had told her that her
eyes would burn out, if soap got in them, and she really really really
wanted to have some eyes and not ashes like in our fire pit because then
THEY MIGHT GET BLOWN AWAY.

That led to having to drag Claude in and make him stop laughing in time to
explain to her, without hurting her feelings, what he really meant. (and get
my parents not to laugh so loud from the living room).

Four year olds have such an interesting view on life. Drew may take things
too literally, and have a limited understanding on life, but she is a smart
cookie to think of the implications that having ashes for eyeballs might
have!

Sunday, May 07, 2006

So we had to bring in the big guy to get the grass gone.


After much digging, cutting, hacking and back breaking, we got all the sod out but had to get Claude in to rip up the remainder. It was filled with nasty old tree roots (and barch mulch), that the previous owner had just rolled out their sod overtop. the rotting mulch made decent dirt, but the tree roots were like they grew out of hell itself. But, Claude and his 200lbs got done in twenty minutes more than what Mom and I did in 8 hours.
Dratted roots:

and, after all weekend working, here is the end (ish) result:
I am quite proud of the new Sandcherry, and Barberry bush. You can't tell now, but I pretty much replaced all the tree roots with iris bulbs, lilies, and some other stuff that I already lost the labels too.


Oh, and thanks to our one girl Cheer team Drew, who danced around in the sprinkler all day and sang us songs to work by.
"What you say Mama?" "What you say Mama?" "What you say?""What you say?""What you say?"

Our Sobeys grocery store has interesting signs



Along with this, there is the "Parents with screaming children parking only sign", and the: "people who love broccoli" sign.

Thursday, May 04, 2006

Odd discussions on the drive home

Drew asks me on the way home from work, after ten minutes of silence:

Drew: "Do Mohawks loose their feathers?"
Me: "um, Mohawks?"
Drew: "yeah, mohawks. do they loose feathers?"
Me: "oh! you mean HAWKS, the bird?"
Drew: " Yeah, hawks. They go bald, then they're called bald hawks."

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

New houses are like living in isolation


This morning my little girl told me she didn't want to go to school, and
could she "please please please stay home?" Hmm. Other than explaining to
her the implications of leaving a four year old home alone, I told her how
her poor Mommy had to go to work, how we all have to do things we don't
like, and to think of her and draw her pictures while she is at school
today. She had such a sad, dejected look, I really wanted to just call in
sick and take her to the playground.

But, we are in the new house, and still don't know our neighbours. (Her old
best friend is half across the city, in school I might add), and I know that
after one hour she'll want another kid to play with. They are all at
daycare.

This is the disadvantage to houses, or at least, until you know which houses
near you have kids. In the townhouse, I had 4 kids in the unit beside me,
one across the way, six behind and one beside. That doesn't include all the
friends that come over. Summer had roving bands of kids, almost in the same
age group, that wandered around our cul-de-sac, and there was always someone
outside to play with. My biggest fear was her being abducted or playing in
the derelict playground nearby, so I did what any other mom would, and would
bribe them to play in or near my yard, so I could see them and know my
daughter was safe. I got to know all the parents, and made it known that my
child was not allowed to roam free unless there was 100% supervision. I
think I was probably the only parent that did this, and some of the parents
sent older siblings out to do their job for them. I was always outside in
nice weather anyway, and the older kids were more than happy to drop off the
youngsters near were I was to do their own thing. That cul-de-sac is where
Drew learned to ride her bike and join the circling 'baby biker gang' and
where she would play ball or draw with chalk on the basketball court near
our home. Where she learned to walk, dug in the the mud, and spied through
the fence on the little girl next door.

This new house will have just as many if not more experiences. But the
priority is to find where the kids are. (currently the ones next to us have
girls too old for drew to be interested in, and boys have cooties so she
won't consider them yet). The disadvantage to moving in a winter with bad
snow, is none of the kids were outside for us to meet them. There is a
different feeling about walking up to a neighbour of a townhouse, and
introducing yourself, than to someone across a street. In that, you feel as
if you are a threat somehow, like the neighbour is about to bolt and run for
safety, were the forced proximity of townhouse neighbours makes you more
friendlier.

At the end of this month, Drew will stop going to the same daycare she has
attended since I went back to work, and she was one. She will start a new
'Before/After school care' program, in June, to HOPEFULLY meet new kids in
our area, and get her used to the idea that in September, she will be
attending kindergarden. In a way I am excited for her, to have this
opportunity to meet kids, but TERRIFIED, because this is a school I don't
know, people I don't know, children I don't know and she is becoming less
and less a child everyday and tomorrow may darn well go off to college and I
am going to have a heart attack right here and now if I think about it any
more.

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

This is my cordless life, which means: Where is that phone and wh ich one is it?

So, in combining households, we have ended up with alot of STUFF. I have
gotten rid of alot of mine, just because its easier than convincing Claude
to give up something of his. Anyhoo, we now have about FIVE cordless phones.
We have an army of phones! One in the basement, one for the garage that's
never there, one for the bedroom (that's never there), one for the kitchen
(sometimes there with its phone friends), and one in the living room
(usually with its friends). Most of often the phones all gravitate to the
living room and have their own teleparty.

And our house isn't that big. You have plenty of time to run for the phone.
But with this quantity, when someone calls, I feel like I am under attack,
and don't know where to run to, and neither does Drew. Like deer in
headlights. Am I closer to the basement? The bedroom? We run back and forth,
looking for the phone, and find three on the coffee table. I answer one, and
its dead. Another isn't in time with the ringing and still rings. Suddenly,
I am holding two phones and the person has hung up. Its utter panic, and
utter comedy.

Last week, I sold mine, then promptly that night the remainder ALL died on
us. No phones. Such quiet, peaceful bliss. Claude glared at me like it was a
sin. I personally always kept my one cordless phone on the charger - it
helps when you need to find it - because there it is! on the charger! and
its always charged the that way! "Phones MUST not go on the charger until
they are fully dead," is what Claude believes, and is probably
technologically true on some planet. So, instead of putting it on its base,
the logical place to look for a phone, they randomly hide EVERYWHERE. Then
they all died at once.

For a person who uses computers and technology everyday, I prefer to have
(maybe ONE cordless, to go outdoors with and talk during housework), and one
fully corded simple, twelve button, wall phone. I want something that when I
pick up the receiver, it works. No fancy buttons to confuse me, no beeping
lights and ringtones. It should always be there, and even work during a
power outage.

Not only am I cursed by five phones, I now have an assortment of people who
call, and don't talk right away. No "Hello, How are you, is so-and-so
there?" Most do, however, but in that odd silence that isn't a dial-tone, I
never know when the phone is dying, the volume is changed, or if I am
getting a prank call.

Did I mention that living with a partially deaf person ( I love you Claude)
who leaves the phone volume on highest-loudest-scream-in-your-ear-volume,
can also be painful if you happen to grab the same phone afterward? Like
talking to a teenager with their ipod cranked on. I once tried hiding one
phone in the kitchen cupboard, but he proved he wasn't so deaf he couldn't
find it and put it back into oblivion for me. (I am sure there is a blog out
there about his weird girlfriend who stores the phone with the frying pan).

So if you call my house, let the phone ring alot, because I don't know how
to answer.

If I could next figure out how to work the answering machine OR the
voicemail, I might be better off.

Mae West

Mae West quotes:

"Opportunity knocks for every man, but you have to give a woman a ring."
"Don't ever make the same mistake twice, unless it pays."
"Don't marry a man to reform him--that's what reform schools are for."
"Don't come crawlin' to a man for love--he likes to get a run for his
money."
"If you put your foot in it, be sure it's your best foot."
"Love is the only industry which can't operate on a five-day week."
"Between two evils, I always pick the one I never tried before."

Read more:
http://www.kithrup.com/~ariyana/maewest.html

Garden renovations continued . . .


Rainy spring is here. I won't say the "S" word, but I am sure if it were colder, it would be "S-ing" out. When waking up to weather like this, I remind myself that I am from BC and rain is nothihng. Then I walk outside and I say "CRAP! Its cold!" and remember that on the mainland, it rained, but with this temperature it would have been a winter rain, not spring rain! I am done with winter, and want that sun back. But at least the plants will benefit, if I dont.

The back yard has changed again. I came home to find my firepit moved, and my raised garden borders put in. (wahoo!). Thank you Dad.

This is the front yard, the east half. Thats ALOT of digging, and the picture doesn't do it justice.

Monday, May 01, 2006

Ways I plan to maintain my Insanity, (taken from Jennifer's "20 W AYS TO MAINTAIN A HEALTHY LEVEL OF INSANITY", but not all twenty are ther e)


Ways I plan to maintain my Insanity, (taken from Jennifer's "20 WAYS TO
MAINTAIN A HEALTHY LEVEL OF INSANITY", but not all twenty are there)

3. Every time someone asks you to do something, ask if they want fries with
that.

4. Put your garbage can on your desk and label it "IN".(Maybe put my inbox
on the floor, and label it "OUT")

5. Put decaf in the coffee maker for 3 weeks. Once everyone has gotten over
their caffeine addictions, switch to espresso.

6. In the memo field of all your checks, write "for smuggling diamonds".

7. Finish all your sentences with "in accordance with the prophecy".

8. Don't use any punctuation. (I work with Editors, so this is great)

9. As often as possible, skip rather than walk.

10. Order a Diet Water whenever you go out to eat - with a serious face.

13. Put mosquito netting around your work area and play tropical sounds all
day at work.

17. When the money comes out the ATM, scream "I won! I won!"


Ordering a diet water is like ordering a 'Decaf lowfat soy latte with a half
a shot of sugar-free hazelnut syrup'. It makes me feel like I am a true
lower-mainlander (if at heart).
(PS, if you want to feel like an Albertan, go to timmies and order a
double-double, second cupped, so you have TWO chances to win.)

What are the little ways YOU maintain your insanity?

Here is one origional of my own:

18. Chew on your pen in public and say "mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm", when people can
hear you.

Gardens and haircuts

This weekend was the weekend of The Garden. I capitalized it, to show its
importance. This is what I have been looking forward to, to get the plants
in, which I didn't even accomplish at all. Instead, with much labour, Mom
and I de-sodded (Is that a word?) half of the front yard, changing its
design twice as we went.

My front yard is divided unevenly in half, by a cement walk to the front
door. The large side, we cut and hauled away sod, and resodded over a dinky
little garden plot, so I have one half of a nice "S" curve shaped garden.
The plan is to have it running horizontally across the yard, so its a long
thick section between the gravel lining the house, and the grass. But by
dinner time Sunday, a bath and finishing laundry seemed the better choice
than moving a prickly rose bush at 7pm. Its grey and gloomy out today, I am
hoping for a bit of rain to soften up the other side of the yard, before we
hack into that this week.

But, I have learned to use the shovel properly, (apparently I wasn't, but it
is MUCH easier now) and now actually get some work done.

Drew was so worn out from Saturday, that she spent the day Sunday watching
cartoons, and playing quietly in her room. Saturday, I had taken her
shopping to chauffeur and pick up stuff for my mom (AKA: Gannie to Drew),
and finally go photograph Shelley's business. I had promised Shelley I would
do it on a Saturday when It was sunny, and it was Saturday, and sunny. I
have alot to do these next few weeks, and wanted to get it over with. She
has a hairdressing school, so Drew got her hair cut while I took photos of
anything I could, to later use on a website I am supposed to make for her.
Now I can say I did it, and not have to go back in a LONG TIME.

Drew, who was happy once her hair was cut, wasn't in the best mood that day,
and poor thing was in tears getting her hair chopped. It was either the fact
she wore two shirts and a sweater plus the hair dressers bib that made her
overheated and queasy, or the fact that lunch wasn't soon enough, or the
fact that she had sucked on her hair and it was all tangly and Shelley was
having a hard time getting the knots out without pulling her hair. But after
seeing her start to cry, I said that's enough, and stopped Shelley before
she started on a French braid and made the child scream. Drew hates having
her hair fussed with, and prefers to run wild. A trim is one thing, but
anything more complicated, other than the occasional pony tail or low braid,
she'll rebel and run away, and HATES having her hair brushed, and will only
sit through a comb. You can use any kind of conditioner you want, $45 an
ounce or 99 cents a bottle, and it still tangles if you use a brush. She
just has alot of thick hair, and I am proud of it. If that means we have to
use a comb until she can deal with a brush, that's okay with me.

As we walked out the salon, and buckled her in the car, she kept grabbing
her hair, then, turned to me and said "I am glad I have some hair left, I
think it got brushed all away and I was balded. Gannie, can we have some
lunch?" Aparently she was better now.