Be Prepared

I’ve debated about sharing this because it can so easily be seen as extreme or a little nutty. A year ago, I might have agreed with that assessment, but given recent events that we believe impair our national security and signal a growing danger, I’ve decided to share the information below. We believe it’s possible our country is about to go through something much more difficult than what’s happening now, whether it originates from external or internal sources, or a combination of both. We may be wrong, and I don’t in any way want to add to people’s fear. I share this in case it’s helpful to you. If it makes you more anxious, please, try to tap into your inner badass and focus on preparation as active steps you can take to ensure the safety and well-being of you and others. If you need to, consider professional help. It has saved me, but more about that some other time. Remember: We are not helpless, but we need to be vigilant and prepared. One of my favorite quotes is “hope is not a strategy” and this is very much in that vein.

OK, here we go. In case you’re wondering about what gives me the authority to speak on this, I’m not an expert, but see the note at the bottom if you’re interested in the back story.

In addition to the financial stuff I recommended recently, start training your mind for self-sufficiency and resilience in the face of infrastructure disruption. Make a list of all the services you use or things you rely on others for. Separate that list into needs and wants. The needs list should be pretty short….food, water, shelter, basic sanitation, etc. Focus your efforts on protecting those things and doing without the wants. Put yourself through a little mental bootcamp and get comfortable with the idea of living a life that has more friction in it, if necessary – no online entertainment, electronic information that is unavailable, the need to provide things for yourself, etc. – and prepare alternatives. For example, an easy, sanity-preserving thing is having books (actual paper books) and games around to have something to do if other entertainment isn’t available or you need something to trade. 

When it comes to building resilience, I recommend the book Man's Search for Meaning by Viktor Frankl, a Holocaust survivor. Research "mental toughness" and learn some tips.

Next, I recommend you google practical tips to prepare for natural disasters and/or terrorist attacks. I’ve linked some here and here. Do those things. One tip I was told by an expert many years ago is not to let your gas tank ever get below half full. Ever. Fill up whenever you can, even if you don’t think you need it. Don’t stress about it; just make it a habit. He also told me to always have cash. Don’t run to the bank and pull everything out. Just have enough cash to function for a bit if credit cards and all the other electronic payment systems weren’t available. Do some research on communications in the absence of cell phones: CB radio, maybe?  Some solar batteries might be nice. 

Next, look up homesteading groups and resources. Buy some homesteading books -- again, physical resources vs. online resources may become important – and start learning how to be self-sufficient. What products do you use every day and what would you do if you didn’t have easy access to them? What medications do you need to have on hand? Can you get 90-day supplies of them? Talk to your doctor and insurance. And speaking of medical needs, do you know basic first aid? Now would be the time to learn. Do you have backup pairs of eyeglasses?

Next, do a personal inventory. If the monetary way of paying for things you need wasn’t available, bartering would be what people would rely on. What items, skills, or talents do you have that you could trade for items you need? Just think things through and make plans. It’s an interesting mental exercise and if you never need the plan, great!

If you’re thinking “I’ll just go to Canada or some other country if things get bad,” consider this: If the worst were to happen, how would you get there? If transportation systems and borders were closed, either here or abroad -- remember the pandemic? -- where would you go? Do you speak the language there? How would you find housing if there was a mass exodus (because you won’t be the only one with that idea)?

Finally, give some thought to who you might want to ally with. It sounds like a reality show, right? Such is life now. Reliable, resourceful, stubbornly loyal friends and family should be top on your list. Have some conversations.

Hear me well and don’t get it twisted: Please don’t panic and start stockpiling everything. Remember the toilet paper panic during the pandemic? That hurts other people without making you any safer. Panic is the enemy because it shuts down the rational, planful part of your brain. It’s VITAL that we become determined to hold on to our humanity and that means taking care of ourselves and each other. You know how people like to say, “They tell you on the plane to put on your own oxygen mask first”? What people never seem to remember is the second half of that: “Put on your mask *and then help others who need it*.”  If the worst were to happen, we will only get through it together.

*Back story: I’m not an expert in this but I’m married to a highly skilled outdoorsman who believes in the Scout motto to his core: “Be prepared.” I was also raised by people who were raised in the Great Depression…on farms…during the Dust Bowl. After that agonizing time ended, they were part of World War 2 and the polio epidemic, and then the Cold War, where nuclear annihilation was a real possibility. (They lived not far from missile silos and a strategic plane system at one of our military bases, so they would have been high on the list). During all that, they ran a family farm for 20 years, where there were years when crops failed due to weather. They never went hungry, but items had to be sold so my brother and sister had school shoes.  If you know anything about veterans and farmers, you know they’re a hardy, self-sufficient group. So, I was raised to be prepared for the worst by people who’d actually seen it.  My skills are rusty, but I know how to raise my own fruits and vegetables and preserve them, raise a chicken for eggs and kill it for meat, basic sewing, how to shoot straight, and to not to depend on others to rescue me if the worst happens. #ThanksMom #ThanksRome #RuralLife

 

 

The Katie Chronicles, Nostalgia Edition

 We are like a lot of households in that we transitioned to streaming movies and shows quite a while back. Even so, we have held onto quite a few DVDs from back in the day and continue to own players, even if we don’t use them much. I went through some DVDs this weekend and tried to pull out some I thought we could donate, if anywhere still takes them. I asked Katie to go through a pile of animated movies from her childhood, expecting to be given the green light to get rid of all of them, probably accompanied by an “I can’t believe I ever liked these,” too-cool eye roll. But I was wrong. I had no idea you can feel nostalgic for your childhood even when you’re still *in* your childhood. Katie went through the discs and reminisced with me about the ones she used to watch as a child, what her favorites were, which one scared her for reasons we don’t fully understand (Meet the Robinsons), and so on. As it turns out, she’s quite attached to several Barbie movies, Flushed Away, and the Shrek movies. The crown jewel in the 2010s nostalgia trip was The Sharpay Movie. Now there’s a name I haven’t thought of in many years. (Sharpay was a character in the High School Musical movies, if you missed the reference). When all the Despicable Me movies came up for discussion, it was my turn to wax nostalgic and I told her the story of how she used to ask to watch “Pickle Me” in her sweet little girl voice over and over. Ahh memories. 

The Katie Chronicles: Future Grandchild Edition

After I got home from work, Katie and I were chatting about her first day of spring break and what she did. She said she found an article about names from around the world that mean “moon” and “love” and she wanted to read some of them to me. As she went to her room to get her phone and find the article, I tried to imagine the names that might be on the list. I kept coming up with names that were a little on the hippy side. Then time slowed down a little bit as I went forward about 15 years. I landed on a future vision where 30 year-old Katie was telling us she was having our first grandchild and she had chosen some name inspired by this article. I mentally scrolled through names I thought might be on this list and I was prepared to tell her I’d love little Moonbeam Twinklestar whether she has an unusual name or not. Then Katie found the article and started reading out names she liked. They were actually quite reasonable options: Myla, Jac

The Katie Chronicles: No Stranger Danger Edition

Fridays are our night to eat out, so last night we were getting take out. As an extrovert, this isn’t something I think about. I call, I order, I go on with my life. Introverts, or at least the young one who lives in my house, see this differently, apparently. Talking on the phone strikes terror into her heart. (Our family phone practically melded to my head as a teen because I spent so much time on it. I was talking to people I already knew, but still...how things have changed). As a woman whose favorite thing to make for dinner is reservations, I decided I could not raise a daughter unable to feed herself via the work of others, so last night was the time to learn to talk to strangers on the phone. After a little mom coaching and reassurance that the restaurant worker she was calling was, in fact, not a magical monster who could eat her soul through the phone, she got started on learning to order her dinner using the thing in her hand usually reserved for watching TikTok videos and texting. To sweeten the deal, I let her order from a restaurant that I wasn't in the mood for while I ordered my own dinner from another place. Phone skill tip number one: When you’re nervous, rehearse. So, was she ordering from the right location of the restaurant? Check. Did she know what she wanted to order in advance and what sizes? Check. Does she have mom's credit card ready to give them and know where to find the expiration date and security code? Check. Deep breath. And…dial.

On the way to the restaurant, I told her it was time for part two of the lesson: She had to go into the restaurant by herself and actually talk to a stranger face-to-face. And, since they didn't ask for my credit card when she ordered, she also had the additional challenge of giving the stranger money and getting change. Cue teen angst in the form of wailing and gnashing of teeth and a pointless bickering session over whether she could take my whole wallet in with her or just the $20 I handed to her. (Mother-daughter bickering is our cardio. She has a brilliant career in the law, I predict.)

I’m happy to report that Katie survived this gauntlet of horrors, getting her dumplings and fried rice and my change with little to no emotional trauma. And if I'm wrong, at least I gave her something to tell her therapist someday.

The Katie Chronicles: First Day of High School Edition.

I am happy to report Katie survived her first day of a giant new school. We had talked about how to prepare for the egregiously early time she has to get on her bus -- shower at night, lay out your clothes, etc. -- but that was several days ago. I realized late last night that we hadn't discussed it since, so I didn't get the chance to do the Mom Quality Control Questions: Did you set your alarm, is your backpack ready, etc. Apparently, she had it covered because she went to bed early, got up in plenty of time to get everything done, made a snack, and was ready to go earlier than necessary. She wanted to get to the bus stop early, so we did. Somewhere in heaven, my mother, the school teacher who raised me to believe if you're on time you're late, is smiling. Katie stood there in the blessedly cool darkness of the early, early morning and then off she went.

After school, we did our usual tradition: I leave work early and we get ice cream and discuss the day. Katie decided she wanted to get ice cream from the store instead of going to the local shops, clearly a ploy to stretch ice cream over several days, not just the one. As an upstanding, right-thinking, pro-ice cream American, I approve. (As a side note, Ben and Jerry's has a new (?) flavor that is yummo...Cannoli). Here's the report: There are 3,300 students in her school. Thankfully the county started a new plan where freshmen were the only students in the high schools today. (At elementary schools, it's kindergartners only and at middle schools, only sixth graders). The other students who are not new to the school are attending online. Tomorrow and Friday, sophomores join the freshmen and then juniors and seniors join them in person on Monday. It’s a great way for the newbies to get used to a school without the crush of humanity. Despite this, Katie said it was already too crowded. Oh boy. She was able to get to all her classes on time, without getting lost, which was a win because her schedule takes her to almost opposite ends of the building and to different floors, all in 5 minute breaks. She liked her classes, with the possible exception of PE. Y’all…she has to actually *run* in PE class. AND she has to dress out every day. Rude! The good news is PE is her final class, so no returning to other classes all sweaty and it only lasts 9 weeks before it switches to health. She assured me she is passing this PE class so no repeats for her. (That better be the case with all her classes but that's another story). I told her PE used to be every day, all year, all the years of school. I also assured her that I walked to school in tornadoes and snow storms, often killing grizzly bears with my Trapper Keeper while destroying the ozone with my Aqua Net hairspray. She said her favorite class is theater and the other classes were all fine. She said most of her fellow freshmen are "immature" but she made two new friends -- a big deal for an introvert -- and saw a sweet friend from elementary school. She couldn't remember their names so my genes are definitely active in her. She even had a person to eat lunch with. "Some Dude" is his name, apparently. All in all, a good start. Everyone knows the saying "happy wife, happy life" -- well, "happy girl, happy mom" isn't quite as catchy but it is nonetheless true. Happy school year e'erbody!

 

The Katie Chronicles: Geographically Challenged Edition

 
Katie likes to watch The Great Food Truck Race on the Food Network and we realized that we somehow missed a season, so we've been catching up on episodes recently. If you don't know, the show involves seven or so food truck teams who all go to a state, are given a truck and other accessories, and they compete to see who can sell the most in a given city, who can make the best dish with a specific ingredient, and so on. The season we're watching takes place in Alaska, so Katie and I have been talking about Alaska during the commercial breaks. Last night, the teams had to go out on boats and fish. Katie was talking about the water and seafood and she said something to the effect of, "Well, Alaska *is* an island so..." I looked at her and waited for the punchline. She gave me a "what?" look.

"Katie...Alaska isn't an island. It's attached to Canada."

"No, it's not. It's an island!"

We went back and forth about this before I googled a map and showed her. Yep, there it was, attached to the west coast of Canada. She was flabbergasted.

"How come they always show it as an island when they show a map?" she said.

"Katie, they don't....oh wait. Is *this* the map you're talking about?"

I figured out that she sees maps that are America-centric, meaning they only show the lower 48, Hawaii, and Alaska, leaving out Canada and Mexico, like when they show a weather map of the US on TV. When I showed her just such a map, and asked her about it, she said, "YES! That's what they always show!" To be fair, those maps do make Alaska look like it's not attached to anything. So I had to explain that it's an edited map designed to only show the US, not a geographically accurate map. She was relieved and I felt better, too. I was beginning to see this as a parenting failure and was glad when we found the explanation.

The funny part of all this is she's actually been to Alaska. We went on an Alaska cruise a few years ago (I recommend it) and she *did* see Alaska from the water with shore excursions, just as on the other cruises we've taken...which were all to island destinations.

One of the really fun parts of parenting has been those moments when I get to see the world through her eyes and I realize that sometimes her view is totally her own. It was nice to be reminded of that and be able to solve a geographic mystery. (Mom still knows a few things, emphasis on few.) So, remember, if anyone asks, Alaska is a peninsula, not an island.

(I am contractually obligated by my youngest child to say that she blames the cruise companies. Royal Caribbean, you can expect her lawsuit to arrive directly).

The Katie Chronicles: She's Got the Look Edition

 From February 9, 2020

A day or two ago, Katie and I were hanging out in my room, letting the contractors finish their work. Katie decided to amuse herself by playing dress up with my clothes. She used to love clonking around in my heels when she was a toddler so I said yes in a nostalgic frame of mind. I’ve never been a fashion muse before. She came up with some interesting pairings and, in true teenager/celebrity form, she refused to cooperate with the momarazzi but she did provide a quote: When she came out of the closet in the green, she said, “I look like a pea who went to private school.” Ladies and gentlemen, in the spirit of a famous red carpet that is about to be walked in a few hours, I give you the sartorial stylings of Katie Brown.

The Katie Chronicles: My Grandpig at the Kitty Rodeo Edition

Katie loves cats, so her giving ours lots of love and attention isn't at all unusual. Recently, however, it went beyond affection, progressing more in the life coaching direction. I was sitting in our living room, minding my own business, when I looked up from whatever I was doing to see my youngest child lecturing Tulip the kitty about being 56 in human years and still living at home. 

Tulip was held like a baby, gently held accountable for her failure to launch into productive adulthood, and sent on her way, but not before I grabbed a photo to document the occasion. You can see by her expression how she feels about this little intervention, but after documenting Katie's lecture, I found another possible source of her feline frustration: Proof that she was ridden by a pig earlier in the day. I unearthed evidence of the kitty-pig rodeo action as I was scrolling through my phone's photos and discovered that Katie had done her version of photo-bombing, where she leaves these little pictorial presents for me. (She does this every so often). Katie told me I couldn't delete the photo because it was a picture of my grandson, Wilbur, who's chilling there with Tulip. Katie then told me that after Wilbur rode Tulip, Katie found him playing with my phone, trying to take a selfie. When Katie grabbed the phone from Wilbur, the story went, he snapped the action shot seen below. So not only do I have a trans-species grandchild I didn't know about, he is apparently quite mischievous. Later, Katie brought Wilbur out of her room, saying she had talked with him and that he wanted to apologize to me for using my phone without permission, which he proceeded to do, with Katie translating, as I apparently don't speak stuffed pig. I think the larger lesson here is that if you want to hang with us, you just have to be prepared for whatever comes. Meeting grandkids you didn't know you had, pigs riding cats, talking stuffed animals, interspecies life advice from a 14-year old....all on the table.

The Katie Chronicles, Soup Kitchen for Homeless Snails Edition

During these crazy times, we all have to find sources of light and I'm lucky to live with mine. Katie discovered we have snails in the backyard so she decided to make them a habitat, complete with a tiny house, a couch, shell bathing pools, fresh zucchini (she researched it), and a place to bury themselves in moss and wood chips. Their temporary home is a basket but she'll soon be moving them to a former gecko habitat. After putting the finishing touches on Snail-a-palooza, she decided to make tomato soup because her braces get tightened tomorrow and she knows she'll want soft food. That's not unusual but then I walk in the kitchen to see how she’s protecting her eyes from onion tears. Her sweetness and weird-yet-practical nature are definitely making me smile today.

The Katie Chronicles, the Birds and the Bees, Fish-Style Edition.

Well, I’ve ruined Katie’s life. Today we were watching a nature show about a zoo where they were separating out two fish from the others because they were having trouble breeding, giving them a little privacy and maybe a little Marvin Gaye playing nearby. Katie and I started discussing fish reproduction. Our kids have known for a long time where babies come from and how they’re made, but she seemed skeptical of the fish method of baby-making, so I asked her if she remembered Finding Nemo, which she watched about 3,742 times as a preschooler. “Katie, remember the scene where Nemo’s mom and dad swam down to the cave and watched the eggs? And then the mean fish ate all of them except for Nemo? How do you think the baby fish got in those eggs? Moms release the eggs and the dads fertilize them and then that makes babies. I’ve always wondered how the fish sperm doesn’t wash away before it can fertilize the eggs.” She gave me a horrified look as the reality of her beloved Nemo being made via fish sex emerged in her mind, apparently for the first time. I was surprised that she was surprised. Did she have some sort of mental image of the Immaculate Conception for him? So Nemo was a Jesus fish? And we thought he was a clown fish. Anyway, she buried herself in her blanket and screeched in mock agony. “I can’t believe you told me that! You ruined my life!” Mission accomplished I guess. If you haven’t given your kids at least a couple of things to discuss in therapy, have you even parented? #MarlinAndCoralDidTheDeed

Marvin Gaye's Let's Get it On 

Marvin Gaye - Lets get it on

The Katie Chronicles, Portrait of the List-Maker as a Young Girl Edition.

We are cleaning out drawers and closets as we slowly reassemble our house from the ongoing flood repairs and I came across a treasure chest of memories from Katie’s youngest years. First up is evidence that she is her mother’s daughter. She made a to-do list when she was 7 and here’s a selection of important tasks for the modern first grader, circa 2014:
Call Chandler to see if she can play yes or no
Play in my cichin [her play kitchen]
Ask to go to SKZ [Sky Zone, a trampoline place]
Read a book
Do mathe
Cook with mommy and dad
Rite a note
Eat peanuts or nutse [nuts?]

She also wrote a note to Rome that same year that says “Thank you for ever thing! Dear Daddy you are the best daddy ever. You give me ever thing that I need. Thank you for:
Taking cer of me
Giveing ever thing I need
And all of the above.” She also drew a picture of both herself and Rome (I know because she labeled the two people) and they are both giant heads with stick legs coming out of their heads. No bodies or arms, just legs and heads but they do have hair and facial features, so there something.

I was pretty ruthless in tossing a lot of the paper items I had kept but a few things made the “keep” pile and these are definitely two of them.

The Katie Chronicles, Bad Boys (and Girls) Edition

One of the subjects at dinner recently  that about any form of punishment so don’t put that on your application to become an ambassador or anything. We emphasized how mind-numbing and painful to the wrist it was. Katie disputed this and said she could do it, no problem. She even had a strategy to keep from being bored. We said “challenge accepted.” So after dinner she got out some paper and started writing. She literally stopped before I finished writing this post. Apparently parents do know something after all. We know just the one thing but I’ll take it.

The Katie Chronicles: The Subliminal Eye Roll Edition

The rest of the fam was gone on a Scout camping trip all weekend and they got home mid-afternoon. When they walked in, I was chopping onion for chili and listening to music as I usually do when I cook or clean or walk or drive or...anyway, Mary J. was on the music shuffle telling me to Work That, and so I showed them how happy I was that they were home by taking her advice. I worked that, by doing a little stove dancing while I put the onions in the chili. Ethan was first in the door and he instantly picked up what I was laying down. We did a little family twerking in the kitchen before he took his campfire-scented stuff and self down to the basement. Katie was next through the door and I got a semi-eye roll. No smile or anything. Ahh, the pre-teen years. She may not have actually rolled her eyes but I felt it in her vibe. No mother-daughter working it ensued. Sad face.  My delicious “welcome home” mom moves gave my husband a big smile, but he didn’t work it with me either. In fairness, he’s not a dancer and Katie said her throat hurt, but still. Jesus said a prophet has no honor in his home country and so it is in my house. I’ll be like Jesus and shake the dust off my yoga pants and live to groove another day. At least Ethan gets me.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=AXAK9nVBI3M

The Katie Chronicles, Tin Grin Edition

Yesterday, I took a reluctant Katie to get a consultation with her new orthodontist. It included a cost estimate and all I can say is I’ll really miss those little luxuries like food and shelter for the next 24 to 30 months. Just kidding. It wasn’t that bad. Actually it was better than I thought it would be. During the course of the conversation, I learned a random fact and you know how I love those: Orthodontists have to do a 3 year residency after dental school. Three years? Who knew? (Katie’s ortho is a Tar Heel, apparently). I was also reminded how odd it is that orthodontists use the word “appliance” when talking about the various devices that straighten and correct teeth. You want to put an appliance in my child’s mouth? Like, a Maytag? Nope, Katie has to have this thing called a carriere and it’s a bite correcting appliance that’s like a retainer with rubber bands. She’s not looking forward to it but when she remembered the childhood stories I had told her about The Great Headgear Debacle of 1982, she got more positive. So the bite correction is the first stage and then in about 4 to 6 months it’s brace face time! She was relieved about not having to get molds of her teeth made with that gross, squishy stuff — it’s all 3D imaging now, of course — and excited about getting rainbow rubber bands on the braces, so at least there’s that.

The Katie Chronicles: Git ‘Er Done Edition.

Katie was excited about spending some time at home next week until Rome and I started talking to her about what we had to do when we were home in the summers as younglings. We ended up creating a list of tasks together for her next week and she set some of her own goals. She will definitely have some sleeping-in and fun time but she also has two books to read (one for school that she procrastinated on and one assigned by me) and various Scout merit badge tasks, one of which involves planning, shopping for, and cooking five dinners. (I’m excited about that one!) All this is in addition to a Scout fundraiser, a merit badge class, and her normal cleaning, cat feeding, and cello practice chores. Lessons about using your time wisely and personal growth are in the making and we hope she ends the week with the sense of accomplishment and self-esteem that comes from handling your business like a boss.

The Katie Chronicles, Don’t Call DFCS Edition.

Katie loves to draw and she’s developed the habit of doodling on herself. Today she took it to a whole new level. She had to hang out in my office for a little while and she had some watercolor paint, so instead of the usual flowers and random shapes, she painted wounds on herself. She did a couple of cuts and bruises that looked so real I was afraid someone was going to think I abuse my child. Given Atlanta’s extensive movie industry (it’s the most common place to shoot movies and TV shows now) maybe there’s a career in special effects?

The Katie Chronicles, Focus on the Positive Edition

Parenting a middle school child is giving me a run for my money. Basically, I’ve hunkered down and am just trying to make it through the year. OK, I’m being a little dramatic. The issues this year are, as far as I know, pretty much on par with Katie’s developmental stage, so no drugs or porn addiction or knocking over liquor stores on the way home from school or anything. That’s for 7th grade.

There are, however, frequent sparks of light and even entire sunny days. She’s still a snuggle bug, and she does things occasionally that just make my heart sing. A few days ago, without being told, she *actually found a coaster* before she put down her drink on my new coffee table. Y’ALL. Wow. Apparently the 8,865 times I’ve shouted “use a coaster!” from the kitchen have sunk in. Then yesterday we were watching a news story about that Houston principal who created a dress code for parents. We talked about what challenges she might be experiencing and Katie concluded (without any prompts from me) that she disagreed with the code because “you don’t know the parents’ situation. They might not be able to afford more than what they have on or they might be sick that day.” Be still my heart. She’s getting what we are trying to teach her, at least a little bit. That’ll get me through a bad grade on an open book test any day.

The Katie Chronicles: Home Improvement Edition

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.

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.

The Katie Chronicles: Motivating Mom Edition

While watching college football on Saturday, Katie and I were snuggling on the couch. With her signature sweetness, she put her hand on my cheek and rubbed it back and forth with a thoughtful look. Then she informed me that she thinks growing a beard and mustache is just a matter of effort. My darling daughter told me that the only reason I don't have a beard is I'm just not trying hard enough and I could do it if I really wanted to. I don't know if I should be humbled by her estimation of my potential, perturbed at the implication that I'm lazy, or just planning another discussion of secondary sex characteristics. #slacker