Gone, Baby, Gone

Last week I finally had to give in and take Beatrice to get her hair cut. It was way too long - in her face, in her bum, in huge tangles it was so long. Here she is post beauty salon:

Yes, the girl knows how to rock a pose, huh? And sure it looks nice and everything, but still I'm heartbroken. Some how her head of big, beautiful banana curls has turned stick straight. Just like mine.

I've wanted curly hair my whole life. Those round, bouncy ringlets just make me crazy. My hair is limp, thin, and straight as an arrow and I tried mercilessly as a kid of the '80's to get it to hold a perm, to curl with the big rollers or the hot iron, even to crimp. And it will for about as long as it takes to get from the bathroom to the hallway. I wasted a lot of time trying to make my hair hold a curl, then gave up, got married, and started having kids.

Imagine my utter joy at having my second daughter come along with exactly the hair I've envied forever. Oh, those banana curls melt my heart. I would comb it with awe, especially as it got longer and curlier. People would stop me in stores and exclaim about her beautiful hair and I would beam.

But then I noticed about a year ago that the stuff on top wasn't quite as curly. I figured her hair was just so long that it was weighing down the rest. So I took her for a trim. As the stylist took a couple of inches off the bottom we both knew that it wasn't a weight issue, her hair simply wasn't curly anymore. And still I pretended that it wasn't so. I almost tried to will those curls to grow back in. And I also refused to cut Bee's hair just incase those were the last of the ringlets. I still loved them and wanted her to be my curly-headed daughter. But the thing about hair is even if you don't want to, you simply have to cut it eventually.

So, with angst and a heavy heart I took her back to the stylist a year later. And now the curls are all gone. Just straight hair. But at least it's thick. Maybe she'll have more luck with the curling iron than I ever did. Besides, I suppose it's really not fair to Maggie if Beatrice gets all of the luxurious curl. Now they're on even hair terms. Always a good thing for sisters.

Here's a tribute to Little Bee's Beautiful Curly Tresses. I miss them so.

Friday Foto

Rob recently requested that I knit him a scarf - a really, really long scarf. A scarf of Dr. Whoian length. Well, you know I'm always up for a new knitting project. He chose the colors (from yarn I approved) and gave the general idea for width, number of cables, and pattern. What you can see here is half way done. (Children added to show scale.) I think the end result will be 2.75 beatrices long. Possibly three.

You can also see in this picture that Obie is learning to talk, or at least to parrot. He figured out to say "Cheese" along with his sisters tonight. It sounded more like "Deee-Sssss" but we all know what he meant.

Monday Movies!

Here's a movie of Obie enjoying our recent Water Park Christmas with the Supan side of the family. It has occurred to me that Obie is being featured in most of the Monday Movies. I'll try to get my girlies up here next week.

(Note: the water park is a very loud place. You may want to turn your computer's volume waaaaay down for this one!)

Friday Foto

Obie lurves his sisters!!!

Junior Gamers

Video Games are a big deal in our house. Before we had kids we wondered how we'd strike a balance with them - wanting our kids to be true gamer nerds and yet not to be totally obsessed and addicted to electronic media. So far, they are right on par with what we're hoping for. They love Mario and Princess Peach, Pikachu and Charzar, Link and Zelda. They have gamer skills which are improving as they get older and more dexterous, and they love to watch as well as play. And yet, you can still have a normal conversation with them about non VG related things. Like lolcats, and Dr. Who, and food, and church, and their friends and family. Sure, they ask about 50 times a day to play the Wii, but if I tell them no, they go find something else to do... or beg to do. And if I tell them they've played for long enough they don't whine about turning the games off. Too much.

And as long as at least one of them is playing Mario, I tend to know where the other two are!

Things I Shouldn't Have to Say to My Children

"BEE!! Stop rubbing your face on the oven!!!"

Maggie used her new baking set - a Christmas present from Grandma K - to make mini-cupcakes today. The girls anxiously waited for them to be ready and after I snapped this picture I returned to find Beatrice slowly smooshing and rubbing her face back and forth across the oven window. The 350 degree oven window.

Now that's just all sorts of a bad idea and yet I still had to tell Bee to stop...

(Although I can completely understand her exuberance for cake!)

Monday Movies

Friday Foto

Now that the Christmas season is over with and I seem to have mostly gotten rid of my persistent cough, I can finally get back to posting on the blog.

This Friday the girls are showing off their "Bowser Faces". (He's the big bad guy from the Mario Brother's games.) Obie's just showing us how cute he is!