Well, the good news is that we decided to tackle some house projects over the break. We — and by “we,” I mean mostly Jerome with assistance from Katie and me — got started this weekend with painting Katie’s room. I knew there’d by massive dust when we moved furniture that had been in place for years and I figured we’d also discover a variety of archeology finds under and behind things. Our dining room has become a staging area for all the things.
What I didn’t expect was how gross that room was. It’s amazing what you see when you get close to white wood trim in a kid’s room, although maybe “amazing” is the wrong word. I’m not sure exactly what she’s been doing in there. Surgery with dull instruments, maybe? Sword fighting? Running a bootleg slaughterhouse? When we moved the bed, we found...oh Lord, I can’t say it. There was a...oh boy...a secret booger collection on the wall that my lovely daughter claimed was from “when she was a baby.” 🤢 I’ll need to find a priest so I can go to confession later and purge my soul. Where did I go wrong, Jesus? Katie is paying penance by scrubbing that section of the wall — she volunteered! — and cleaning the the baseboards. (Those were just dirty, not booger-y).
Once I recovered from my booger-induced nausea, I was able to appreciate the cuteness of overhearing Rome answering Katie’s questions about painting and their general discussion about life. I love Daddy-daughter time, especially when it involves teaching baby girl a life skill. I’ve only had the occasional booger flashback. I’ll be all right.
Sunday, November 18, 2018
Monday, November 12, 2018
The Katie Chronicles, Cherry-Flavored Beauty Edition
Katie’s at the age where she wants to start experimenting with how she looks. She hasn’t asked to wear makeup yet but she did ask for permission to color her hair...with Kool-Aid. Apparently this is all the rage with the middle school set. She asked to color just the ends and we initially said no.
A month or two ago, she asked for something else we said no to and she and I had a follow-up talk about how ask for what you want and how to be persuasive. Does it involve asking over and over and over? Whining? Begging and making crazy promises, like never asking for anything ever again? No. We talked about thinking through your request, considering all the pros and cons, including what questions the other person may have, and then thinking through all your counters to the cons and questions. We talked about timing — should you ask after Mom says she’s tired or has had a bad day or is rushing to get out of the house in the morning? — and so on. So when we first said no to the Kool Aid dye job, she countered with her written proposal.
Why i should be able to dye my hair with kool-aid
Why I feel like I should be able to dye my hair with kool-aid is because 1.) it will last longer 2.) it wont rub off on products such as shirts, pillows, and sheets, etc. 3.) it would not cost a lot because you only needed to buy the kool - aid 4) a lot of people have dyed their hair and they say that it all looks good and it does 5.) it would look good 6.) it's safer because there's no harmful chemicals 7.) since it's only sugar and color when I combine it with conditioner and water (which is what they say to do) the sugar would dissolve, so I wouldn't attract bugs etc. 8.) a lot of kids in my class have dyed their hair with kool aid and so has [friend’s name was here] 9.) there are not a lot of steps 10.) there are not a lot of things we would need. Since there are a lot of positives there are always downsides 1.) it takes a while to soak into the hair 2.) it could get a little messy (but everything is). These are some reasons why I think I should be able to dye my hair with kool-aid. Here is a video talking about how to do it: [video link was here]
So, after some discussion with Jerome, she got her way with some conditions. She spent part of yesterday afternoon sitting at the dining room table, working her Kool Aid magic. I feel like we both got something.
Labels:
beauty,
dying hair,
Katie Chronicles,
Kool Aid,
middle school,
raising adults
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