I Swear I Tried Really, Really Hard

It’s a good thing she’s in Kindergarden, I would hate for my daughter to get laughed at due to her mother’s essentially nonexistent hair styling skills. My mom actually did my hair every single morning until I hit 7th grade. It was a shock to my system when my 11 year old self realized she couldn’t even put her hair in a ponytail. I mean I eventually figured it out, but I never really advanced my hair styling skills very far. And for the past 5 years or so, it’s mostly been pretty short. And for the past 3 months or so, it’s been very, very short (see here for my tween inspiration that takes about 30 seconds in the morning time). Anyways she loved her very beautiful hair (FYI, she was also the one who insisted on the bows, it was either that or marbles, you know the kind that go into black girls hair and well that wasn’t happening).
P.S. Also trying to figure out how to get pictures from the new interface iPhoto to the webpage (or anywhere for that matter) is annoying, so sorry about the weird out of focus pictures, it’s actually a screenshot.

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BTW They All Lied

Which I’m infinitely glad about to tell you the truth. When the girls were younger I would say something about how I was waiting for the girls to get older so they would be easier. To which most people would reply that it doesn’t get easier, just different. They lied, it totally gets easier. Not saying it’s a really easy job, but having an almost 3 year old and an almost 5 year old is way nicer than having a newborn and a not quite 2 year old. I sleep, I have conversations, they tell me jokes, I change about a quarter of the amount of diapers, I sleep (I’m really stoked about that part), they say please and thank you and I love you, and their accomplishments are so much cooler (learning to roll over vs. learning to read).

I’m gonna have to say our house just keeps on getting messier and messier with the girls developing new ways to destroy it, but I’m gonna have to say I prefer living in a tornado laden house compared to a sleep deprived zombie land.

*Written in response after I reread the last post which made it kinda sound like I wanted them to revert to their baby ways, which really wasn’t the case.*

Baby Girls No More. Three Cases in Point.

1. So my little big girl is no longer in Toddler sizes. We’ve been squeezing her in 4T clothes for a while now and I finally decided we better go into the big girl section. Oh Lord, somewhere between 4T and size 5 the clothing industries assume that little girls turn into little skanks. I’m not even kidding you, no wonder children are having sex earlier and earlier these days. My only other option besides having a little skank was having a Justin Beiber follower (there was enough of those shirts I could get a different one for every day of the week).

*Warning-the following makes me sound like a cracky old non-hip momma* Whatever happened to the cute sweet innocent clothes??? What ever happened to look she’s 5 years old??? I mostly dress the girls in dresses with leggings underneath. They look like girls, it’s comfortable, not too hot, and it’s easy to get on and off (neither of them can get jeans on/off for the potty and I’m trying to help them foster their own independence in that realm, I mean I’m not gonna be able to help them forever in the bathroom). I actually LOVE the outfits on Hanna Andersson. They’re perfect: comfortable material, stretchy, fun play clothes. Everything I want except it’s like $60 an outfit, not something I’m willing to pay for 1 child’s outfit.

2. Seporah’s also decided she’s old enough to have long hair. This is NOT cool in my opinion. I’ve gotten used to the easiness of short hair. Wash it, brush it, Voila! You’re done! No brushing out snarls, no having to put it in a ponytail so they can play without it getting in their eyes. But she has voiced her concerns about how EVERYONE at school has long hair (including her teacher Mrs. Lucas, who she adores) and I guess she is big enough to make that decision on her own. Felicity will continue to have short hair just incase you were wondering.

3. Today, Steven and I were watching Modern Family. This episode centered around the fact that the children were being raised on electronic portable devices. It was quite funny. After it was over. I realized that we hadn’t heard from Felicity the entire 22 minutes it was running (Seporah was in school). Uh-oh, Felicity could do all sorts of havoc in 22 minutes. Ironically, we found her sitting on her bed playing with an electronic portable device.

Today’s Children say the Darndest:

I was making Dinner today when My oldest (whom we will simply call ‘L’ for legal reasons), L, put me back in my place.

(I’m cooking.. L comes in the room…)

L: Black! Black! (she points to the Spatula in my hand)
Me: Yeah, L, it is black. This is called a SPACHOOLA. Can you say SPACHOOLA?
L: Black! Black!
Me: Yes.. it is a Black SPACHOOLA! Can you say SPACHOOLA?
L: Black SPoaisjdfkajsfkLA (this means she got the first and last letter right.. but everything else was gibberish)
Me: SPACHOOLA!
L: SPweoijwoeijfLA
*She starts to leave the Kitchen towards her room*
Me: *sigh* You aren’t very good at this are you? (more to myself than anything)

From the hall I hear:
L: YOU aren’t very good at this!

A Sarcastic 3 year old.. who knew, eh?

We Played Dress Up Today

As you can see we had 2 little witches in the house all day! When I took them to get costumes I had not actually planned on getting them witch outfits. Seporah had decided she wanted to be Buzz Lightyear and Felicity had wanted to be a “princess superhero.” I was like ok we’ll go with that. So I pick out one of each of their decisions (the princess superhero BTW was a superhero outfit with a matching tiara, just in case you were wondering) and the girls saw ALL these costumes!!!! So many fun choices! Felicity was the first to decide she wanted to be a witch and I gave her the choice between the 2 and she insisted on the witch. Seporah then shortly followed suit, ditching Buzz somewhere between the fairy outfits and princess outfits (not where it belongs BTW since I found it in the boy’s section).

Then we got home and they just HAD to try them on. They told me I was going to be a witch too and I drug out my old witch’s gown. BTW, I totally love this costume, had it FOREVER. It’s cute and stretches to whatever size I am, when I was size 4 (a very, very, very long time ago) or when I was just 11 days away from giving birth. Seporah insisted my hood was NOT a witch’s hat and I needed to get another one from the store. I told her that probably wasn’t going to happen.

They also have matching buckets that they picked out (I swear I did not color coordinate them, they did it themselves, 2 points each for a sense of style). When Daddy came home I told them to tell him what they say on Halloween.
Felicity: “Christmas Tree!!!”
Seporah: “No, you say “Pumpkin Treat!!!”
We just laughed and said either would probably get them what they wanted since they were so gosh darn cute!

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You’re Reading This Correctly: My Two Year Old Can Read

Really, I’m as shocked as you are. We’ve been working and working with Seporah day in and day out and mostly just exhausting her I’m imagining. On Sunday, we were working with flashcards and Seporah gets up and leaves because she’s just plain sick of it. Felicity then proclaims, “and!” I look down. Sure enough my flashcard says “and.” I flip to the next card thinking it’s just a coincidence. “it…by…some…you…up…look…go…all…there…see…me…at!” Felicity knows about 25 words. We didn’t even realize she was learning anything while we were teaching Seporah. The really funny part is, she doesn’t even know all her letters yet. We purchased a bunch of sight words books off of Amazon and I’m excited to see how those work out with BOTH of the girls.