I received a comment from someone a few weeks ago telling me how ‘lucky’ I am. Lucky that my kids are healthy and happy. Lucky my kids are so good. Lucky to have a home with food on the table. Lucky to be in a marriage. Lucky to have employment. Lucky to be smoking hot for my age(okay, they didn’t say that), lucky to have my parents, lucky to have good friends, lucky to be alive.
I wasn’t sure quite what to say and I realized that they really only know me through my blog, and I wondered how many rainbows that I’ve been blowing up people’s butts for four years.
And then I thought. Awesome. I truly need to buy a lottery ticket because I am so lucky.
This brought me back to a conversation with one of my dearest friends. I told her that I wanted to have a happy place(my blog) for my children to visit someday. Now, I don’t want them to think that things were perfect – but they shouldn’t think that anyway – because hello, they live here and experience what Sellabit Mum land(how do I incorporate this place as a real city anyway?) is like in real life…which sometimes is sure not pretty, but I want them to be able to go back to my blog someday and know maybe really how lucky we all were even when we all know that life is typically less than perfect. I want them to see sunshine and rainbows and by golly unicorns if they are smoking enough at the time. I’m not one to judge.
Not to say that I don’t put some heavy stuff out there – because I do. But I don’t want the heavy stuff to define their childhood which is what I’m trying to capture here.
For me, this works and it’s comfortable. Maybe someday when my kids aren’t so little and easy to blog about, I will talk about some not so lucky topics. Maybe I’ll just talk about fashion and bore the crap out of most of you. OMG another cute dress! See.
Anyway, with this knowledge and my need to cast some clouds on your rainbows – I will now dispel a few posts about my children this week.
1. On Monday Astrid hugged me and proclaimed that I was her best friend forever. I blogged about that. I did not blog about Tuesday when she wiped off every kiss that I gave her, threw my pen at the cat, told me she never wanted to sit on my lap evah evah evah again, told me that I was stinky, and then told me her new shoes were ugly and threw them in the garbage.
So cloud over your rainbow – my toddler sometimes hates me too!
2. On Sunday night I wrote this letter to Eloise telling her how incredible she is. Responsible. Kind, Generous. Etc. On Wednesday morning we had a HUGE fight about her hair. Seriously, her hair. Too curly. Too straight. Too poofy. Too flat. Too high of a pony. Too low of a pony. Too many knots. Help me. Don’t help me. And you can’t say “IT’S JUST HAIR!” because we all know it is oh so much more than just hair. Right?
So cloud over your rainbow – my tween and I fight..a lot. Sometimes I laugh about it which I know is really wrong.
Anyway, Jed gets all crazy when Eloise and I fight because he doesn’t get IT at all. And I just say “Oh this is not a fight..just wait..the fights are going to be awesomely huge so soon” And then I give a little evil laugh and call my mother to commiserate because I was a HORRIBLE preteen.
So cloud over your rainbow – Jed and I disagree on most parenting stances. Also I told my mother that I hated her many times.
But the great thing about motherhood is knowing when your kids will use shit you did to them against you later in life. I have already started a legal pad and have eight pages filled with possible Joan Crawford type things I’ve done to my kids that I know, oh I know they will throw back into my face.
So cloud over your rainbow – I keep evidence of my wrongdoings and oh there are so many.
However, it turns out that when your mother does something really, really, really mean to you – when you become a parent you can show your own children what Grammy did during one of our fights and say “You are so lucky that I didn’t just cut all your damn hair off!”
See how cute I was in second grade.
Yeah. Well I used to cry and whine about getting my Marcia Brady hair styled every morning…and see where that got me.
Yeah, the Donny Osmond look.
And then Eloise gets that deer in the headlight look on her face, so I go ahead and show her the before and after look of what a really mean mom would do just to make sure the message has been delivered…
And she kisses me on the cheek and tells me she LOVES the ponytail I put in this morning and skips her sassy butt right off to the bus stop.
So cloud over your rainbow – I threaten my children about cutting their hair off. Damn I miss good parenting from 1975.
So thank you mom. I may have been angry when you cut off all of my hair – but now as I mother..I get it. I totally get it and I’m sorry about all of the bitching I did back then when you were just trying to get a brush through my hair.
And I thank you for giving me this story that I can now use against my own daughters. It now just seems so damn brilliant and and such a special family memory for the archives.
Rainbow is back out – I never sought-out counseling for the haircut because in the end…it was just hair.
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So spill it – share a story of when your mom did something mean to you..or threats you’ve made to your kids. I need a day without unicorns. They poop too much anyway.
OMG! My mother cut off my hair, too! Mine ended up being a bob…I could try to scan a picture for you but I think you can imagine it. She was tired of me complaining when she brushed my hair. Note to self, maybe she was partially to blame? Thanks for sharing–never heard of anyone else having that happen.
So glad I’m not alone. I mean I’m sorry lol but so glad I’m not alone. xo
First of all, you were and still are, adorable.
Second, we deal with this with our Princessy high maintenance, sweetheart 7-year-old. She want long pretty blonde hair, then sits down in the stylist’s chair and has them cut it all off.
Great story, great pictures
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Aw, thank you. Love that 43 is still adorable, right?
Your face in the after picture is PRICELESS!!
I’m kinda happy to see that it’s not all rainbows in your camp, because yes, unicorns don’t visit me either. Not enough anyway. I was so mad at the toddler the other day about him freaking out over taking a bath, I told the husband that he can stay filthy for life (the kid, not the husband) and I really don’t give a f*ck.
Then I bathed him anyway.
My mother once waved a huge knife at my sister and I threatening to cut our legs off if we insisted on drawing on them with her lipstick.
I’ve been adverse to wearing lipstick since then. Also, not using them to draw on anything. Especially legs.
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OMG a knife to cut your legs off. (taking awesome parenting notes)
My husband just showed me your post, because I just wrote a plea in my Facebook status for help with my stubborn 4 year old. I have threatened to lock my kids outside forever if they don’t come in for dinner… empty threat, I know. But sometimes they just roll off the tongue so easily.
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LOL – They do roll-off quite easily for me too. Thank you so much for sharing!
Oh how I love this post. Nothing wrong with filling your blog with rainbows. But it’s kind of fun to hear about the non-rainbows too.
I am trying (and not succeeding) to focus on some more rainbows, because we’re pretty lucky over here too. Anyway, I’ve threatened to chop off Hope’s hair because she cries when I just bring a brush into the room. Seriously.
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Yeah – the hair brushing is painful!
I’m a little frightened because your before picture looks exactly like ME. Even Husband just asked me how old I was when that picture was taken. Haha! Woah.
I was a horrible preteen, I an already see Maia’s attitude taking a turn for the ugly. She’s 7. I’m terrified. My mom laughs. A lot. Hold me. I’m going to need a lot of wine to make it through her teen years. Like a whole vineyard worth.
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Well then we were both seriously adorable at 7! lol
Also – let’s plant a vineyard together.
I hope this doesn’t come off as harsh, I really do: I’m going to kindly say never apologize for a blessed life.
I can read your words of gratitude in between your writing of joy.
I always leave with a good feeling when I click out of your blog, that says it all.
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Not harsh at all. I am so very very blessed and grateful. Especially for friends like you. xoxo
Wow your mom was hardcore! Love the pics. I need to post more rainbows and unicorns these days
I love all your rainbow posts and I know there is poop you are just not sharing all the time. No worries! I don’t know what my mother threatened I just remember those things moms say all the time that mean nothing when you are little and now we all say them!
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LOL – I know – we always say we will not do that, say that, etc – but oh we always turn into our mothers.
My Mom did the SAME THING TO ME!!!! Actually, first she tried to “thin” my hair by cutting clumps out of it. No lie. And WOAH, that made me look completely STUPID so she took me to the hairdresser where they “fixed” it (i.e. cut it ALL off!!!) I hated it and cried so hard. And then I let it grow out again. This was 5th grade. It was NOT a good scene.
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Oh hugs. Let’s make a pact to never do this to our daughters!
I threatened to not take my big girls to preschool this morning if they didn’t let me help them get dressed. Who was I kidding? That’s just punishment for me.
Yes I believe the correct threat is “I’m dropping you off at preschool and I won’t pick you up for four days!
Usually their threats end up punishing me. Like not being able to ride their bikes, or watch tv, or play games. If they don’t do that I’m expected to entertain them. No thanks!
Your face in the after picture is priceless!
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I know – it’s usually punishment for us. Dang cute kids win every time.
My Mom used me as her dancing partner to learn Disco dance steps in the 70s.
Wait, no, that was something Great that she did.
Sorry, I got nothin’! She was the best Mom a little Gay boy could have. Unless I blocked all the bad stuff out. Who knows!
Your Friend, m.
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Will you promise to Do The Hustle with me someday? Also, OMG you’re gay!?
Since I was such a terrible pre-teen (and teen, and pre-adult, etc.) it makes me glad I didn’t have any girls. What is that saying…”I hope you have 10 just like you…”.
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I believe my mother also said those words to me…which is why I’m stopping at 3 girls.
My Mom would never let us have long hair; we were 4 daughters, and she said she didn’t “have time” to deal with all the tangles and stuff. I always thought I had a fat face when in reality I had a bad haircut!
My Mom was always about herself; she never attended a school function in which we participated. She never sat down to listen to our woes. Nada. Nothing. I learned a lot from her.
I am the parent in the front row at every function my kids or their friends are in. I am the parent who keeps an ear out for distress, then sits down to listen. I am the parent who loves my children fiercely and completely. I am not my mother. Thank God.
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Oh, Darlene, this is me as well. My mother taught me things, but she taught me how NOT to parent. I learned those lessons well, I think. And my mom did the opposite with us three girls: we got to keep our hair long and she chopped hers off every summer. That’s probably one of the few things she did that I get an itch to emulate. I have two girls and their hair is…fiercely averse to a comb sometimes.
Oh Darlene. I love the parent that you are! So awesome. I do consider myself so lucky to truly have an awesome mom – except for the one time she chopped all of my hair off. xo
ha ha! I love this! Those pictures are priceless. I had a similar bowl cut + bangs for a good portion of my childhood (don’t all asian kids?). My favorite was when my mom gave me an old Chinese lady perm. That was great.
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Okay – you MUST post a perm picture!
I would except I’ve destroyed all evidence.
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Oh but unicorns are so much more fun! Maybe this is why I rarely blog about my kids…hmm, something to think about.
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I know. I’m trying to keep believing in unicorns until I’m at least 85.
Yup, poop happens. But I have never chased Charlie with a pink hairbrush, and whacked him in the head. I have never used a special wooden paddle on him when he misbehaved. I never made him sit at the dinner table, long after the rest of the family was gone, and made him clean his plate.
Parenting is not for cowards, but it sure has changed through the years! Now if you cut off your daughter’s hair she could text CPS and it would be a headline, or at least a trending tweet….
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For us it was the wooden spoon and I once sat at the table for 12 hours because I would not finish my milk.
We threaten taking away toys more than we should. This kid has no clue how good she has it toy wise. I had a fraction of what she does because my parents just couldn’t afford it. (her dad had a ton, but took better care of them) If her hair ever becomes an issue, I’m totally pulling out the pictures of me with a mullet.
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LOL – Okay I must also see the mullet picture.
This doesn’t end with a rainbow, unfortunately, but I AM OVER IT. When teachable moments go wrong, take 1: When I was about Esther’s age, my mother believed I was malnourished. She tried everything to get me to eat more, yet I ate a few bites and was done. She dragged me to doctor after doctor trying to assess the level of my crazy for not eating the food she presented. My sisters ate. My father ate. The dog ate. I would not eat (not enough to satisfy her). To me, it was always simple: I ate until I was full. Apparently my stomach could only hold enough food to fit in the palm of my hand, but I did eat. The doctors (three of them!) told her I was fine, that she only needed to be concerned if I didn’t eat at all). My mother had the brilliant idea to record herself saying Eat Arnebya. Eat Arnebya. Eat Arnebya. She did this on a cassette tape (this was the like ’79-’80, shut up) ON BOTH SIDES. One side ended, she’d come back in, look at my plate, suck her teeth in disgust, flip the tape over, press play. It never resulted in my eating more food. It resulted in my falling asleep at the table every night.
I can still thank her, though, because fast forward 30 some years and I have a non-eater who eats. It makes sense to me and I don’t push him. She taught me what NOT to do.
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Oh my word – I am so sorry.
Wow. I don’t even know what to say.
Also, so glad that we no longer use cassette tapes.
Love you!
And wait, lemme say this: we are deliberate in what we post oftentimes, purposeful in not wallowing in the shit our kids do that make us scream. The hair! My 8 yr old needed her hair contained in braids last week because she had a soccer game. Who needs ponytails or her hair out to whip in her face, blinding her as she runs? I braided her hair. My husband drops her off at school and I don’t usually go back in the house after returning from dropping off our older daughter. I walked in the door and this huss…child…has taken her hair out. Really? If I’d had the time I’d have braided it back up. My older daughter cries if her hair isn’t just so (she’s 11 and in full tween swing). It is so not just hair. Except, it’s just hair.
My mom and I never fought although she had literal knock down, drag out, I’ma kick your ass fests with my older sisters, especially the oldest. I’ve vowed that the physical portion will NEVER happen in my house. I can deal with a few I hate yous, door slams, foot stomps. Shit, the feet stomp now and I have to turn my back not to laugh in her face. I am rather wordy today, huh? I guess what it comes down to is my mother did teach me things, just like you have the lesson of keep bitching about the hair and the hair can go away. Mine are just sorta kinda reverse in effectiveness and lessons taught, that’s all.
You had me laughing out loud w/ the Donny Osmund look.
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For some reason at this age (7 and 9) my boys respond to my threat of giving them a 5, 10, or *gasp* 20 yard penalty. It means nothing, I am not keeping track but I guess it just gives them a chance to pause and recognize their words or actions are unacceptable.
If I really need to capture their attention I go right to their current fear. Cole is told we are going to have salmon for dinner “unless”. Holden is told my friend’s family will be coming over (her daughter has a huge and vocal crush on Holden which to him is “the worst”).
I’m sorry but I’m laughing so hard that threats of “salmon” works on Cole and threats of “girls” works on Holden. lolol
For the rest of my day I’ll be humming, “She’s a little bit country…and he’s a little bit rock ‘n roll.”
Also, my parents put my sister and me to bed at 7:00 PM until we were like sixteen. Why? Because they couldn’t stand to be with us for even ONE MINUTE past that. She still claims it was for our own good. Hmmmm….
It’s a wonder I ever got to SEE the Donny and Marie Show (a lot of these young ones here at your blog don’t even know!).
I spent many summer evenings in bed listening to the neighborhood children PLAYING in the streets while I read books. Which I could do without a flashlight. Because it was still daylight.
Sheesh.
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Okay – our moms should talk. I shared a room with my brother and we were also in bed before 7pm while the whole rest of the world was out playing. We would just stand there by our window IN THE BRIGHT SUNLIGHT and wish that we could just go play with friends.
The question I am asking myself today is – was it a wise idea to make up all those picture albums for my children – that are now in their possession! Ahhh, I remember those days. Long hair or short hair you were always adorable to me:) I can’t think of a mean thing my Mother ever did to me, but then she worked most of my life at home. My goal as a parent was to teach my children the golden rule that they would live by, give them the skills to be independent, and to survive the teenage years so one day we could be friends:) I accept your apology…..no need for that because payback is Hell.
I love you Mom. Also I admit I get the shakes when you take your scissors to my daughter’s hair while saying “Oh I’m just going to give them a little trim…”
I was once punished for my shorts being too short. I was 5’5″ in the 5th grade with long legs and a really lanky body. My dad informed me that if he seen my short shorts on again he would take all of my shorts to goodwill. He did too. So I spent the rest of the summer in jeans and pj pants.
Funny thing, my daughter has my exact body frame and I am constantly sticking up for her to my husband and sons(they are very protective). It’s just not her fault, shorts that are supposed to fit end up way too short..
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Oh we have the same issue here. My oldest is like a baby giraffe and her shorts look SOOO short.
I got tired of wrestling my daughters long, beautiful, glorious hair. She refused to wear ponytails, or hairbows. I got tired of it dipping into the toilet went she went to the bathroom, having it in her butt crack when she showered or in her oatmeal at breakfast. I LOVED her hair, but I LOVE simplicity more…turns out she did too. No threats, no arguments. Just, “hey, you want to try short hair?” “Sure!” and we did. Its been awesomeness ever since. This coming from a mom who since the age of 16 has never had hair cut above her shoulder blades. I cried a little when we did it, but haven’t looked back.
I find myself biting my tongue ALOT to stop myself from repeating what my mom would say too me. The one that makes my tongue bleed is “Do you want something to really cry about? because I can make that happen!”
Oh I’ve probably said that…
Also I bet her hair looks amazing!
Oh! the long/short photos make me want to laugh and cry! I would NEVER cut Mary’s hair (if it ever grew), but my mother did the same thing to me as a little girl. I think it was Dorothy Hamill’s fault. Needless to say, I took over my own hair grooming by 2nd grade.
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Damn Dorothy – I mean seriously, it wasn’t even cute on her!
The look on your face in that short-hair pic is PRICELESS! It’s like, “Uhhh… what just happened here?”
Whenever I got into a fight with my parents as a teenager, I would go in my room and slam the door. Knowing that my room was my sanctuary, my dad’s punishment for me when I did that would be to calmly and quietly remove the door from its hinges amid my howls of rage. It pissed me off to no end at the time, but in hindsight I have to say it was pretty damn brilliant.
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Oh your dad is a smart, smart man!
I always thought it was so mean when people would threaten to leave their kids places.But then when my oldest was a toddler we were at Burger King, the one with the playground and he was climbing through the tunnel things that are way up high. I started telling him it was time to go and he wasn’t coming down, I started getting mad after like the fifth time I told him, ” I’m about to be late for work if you don,t come down here right now I am leaving you here…….ok goodbye”. He started screaming and crying and I realized he was stuck and couldn’t get out by himself he was scared and then Mommy told him she was leaving him. There went my Mother of the Year Award. But he is thirteen now and has mostly forgotten about it unless we happen to drive by that particular Burger King.
OMG Leah – I’m laughing so hard!
I don’t understand why people get upset when things are too happy. Yes, blogging is supposed to be real but it’s also a form of entertainment.
Real life sucks. It’s hard and full of pain and sadness. I want to escape that and read blogs. Make me laugh and forget what’s happening in my real life for a minute.
Sorry but I say give me the rainbow and blow sunshine up my ass… it feels good and makes me happy.
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I can honestly say that blowing sunshine up your ass is the highlight of my day. lol
I agree – call me shallow but the blogs I read the most often are the ones that make me feel good. Therapy = check!
Oh hair… this morning my 7yo and I almost got into it. The drama on that one. “No Mom. It’s not working because you’re NOT. DOING IT. RIGHT!!!!”
I just backed away and told her she could do it then. Five minutes later she was looking for me to style it a different way.
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Oh the hair. There must me an invention by now that makes this easier.
Tototally agree- I try and be honest and real on my blog but I also don’t want it to be all doom and gloom either. Life generally is good. I always threaten to take away/throw away toys and often start marching my butt up to do so
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Oh I do that – but taking away toys is usually just punishment to us, right? lol
My mom forgot to pick me up from school, activities, you name it. Most of the time–like it would be a surprise if she DID show up.
When I finally said “screw it” and started walking home from night classes (~9pm) in the Duluth winter (I was studying at UMD but not yet old enough to drive), I thought she would get with the program. I was wrong.
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Wait – did I know you went to UMD(lived in Duluth)? I’m from Duluth!
You’re KIDDING! I graduated from East in ’88, but did that PSEO program and spent most of my time taking classes at UMD junior and senior years. And, uh, getting in trouble with the kind of kids who hung out at the Punker Bunker. Oh, the shame. What part of town were you from?
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You probably know a lot of people that I know – but my family is from the other side of the tracks. My parents/grandparents/whole fam graduated from Denfeld. We moved away when I was little but I moved back in 1987 to attend UMD(night school 1987-1989 as I wasn’t a resident) and I worked on the Vista Boats – where everyone from East worked! Small world!
No, I was definitely the Andie Walsh of East–living in the slums of the rich part of town. I knew a whole bunch of Denfeld kids because during jr high we lived in a truly crappy part of town and I went to Washington (which fed to Central/Denfeld).
Sooo… we were at UMD at the same time! I started there in ’86 and left in ’88. I worked for the Clean Water Action Project, the Hardee’s on London Road, and St. Mary’s Hospital. And later on after HS graduation, for the school district as, I kid you not, a locker repairman.
Were you there for the Fourth of July Fireworks Fiasco of 1988?
Anyway, TOTALLY small world.
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This is exactly why I did two posts about Easter. The censored and uncensored version. Sometimes it feels like we only put out the best sides of ourselves. All the unicorns and happy pictures, but really we are all human and very imperfect. Life is rarely about unicorns and you sort of hope that the ones whose lives are will occasionally get kicked in the face by said unicorn.
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Snort. Gotta love when we use those unicorns for evil. lol
My mother had seven children – five girls, two boys. I am the oldest. She took all of us girls to the barber shop for hair cuts, never showed us how to take care of long hair and threatened to send us to the “home,” when we were bugging the shit out of her. And when she was forced to take us to the grocery store with her she often pretended she didn’t know us at all when we started pleading for twinkies. She’d just look at us with a quizzical expression and say, “I’m not your mother.” Then she died at age 64 and I miss her every day.
Oh Mary. I’m sobbing. Sobbing. These stories you tell here are so fabulous. Dang I love moms. There is truly nothing like them – and no other greater love – even when they pretend they don’t know us.
Oh my heart. xoxo
Donny Osmond…awesome! You regularly crack me up, and this was no exception! It’s so easy to look at someone else’s life as perfect…having no idea the piles of crap they may be wading through. I’ll take my pile over someone else’s…at least I know what mine is. And my pile isn’t pretty!
Mother awesomeness…well it was Prom night and daughter #1 needed hair help. So I took over and she was soon horrified…exclaiming “You turned me into a blond you!” Let’s just say that I paid for a stylist for every other dance going forward…for all the daughters! They still laugh at me. Rude!
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Oh Lisa – I so agree. My crap sucks..but it’s my crap.
Also – I LOVE laughing at my mom and sure hope my kids continue to laugh at me – even when I stomp away and tell them ‘HOW RUDE!” and then I go giggle in the kitchen. xo
I love you and your unicorns and even their poop. Love.
(IOhmygodness those before and after photos!!)
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Why aren’t there any unicorns at my house? My kids just think I’m weird. They tell me all the time. So not cool… embarassing them is the ultimate revenge. I will continue until my deathbed. I promise them this daily.
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I’m totally sending you some unicorns. My kids think that I am oh so very weird. It makes my day when they tell me this.
Why aren’t there any unicorns at my house? My kids just think I’m weird. They tell me all the time. So not cool… embarassing them is the ultimate revenge. I will continue until my deathbed. I promise them this daily.
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oh 1970s parenting, it was a different time. i had a similar haircut by choice – i thought of it as the dorthy hammil, of course.
today my kids tracked so much mud all over the house(would it be THAT HARD to take their shoes off?) i told them they were no longer allowed to play outside. ever.
of course this being 2012 they know it to be the empty threat that is.
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Damn 2012. I need to write a 1970′s parenting book for everyone to start referencing.
You were kinda hot as Donny Osmond.
Wait til they start asking about drinking and smoking pot and The Sex.
Then you’ll be shitting rainbows.
xoxo
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Wait – isn’t that when we are going to run away together to Vegas and forget we have children? Shitting rainbows for sure!
Love you.
xo
My sister and I went to catholic school from K thru 8th grade and while we weren’t poor my mom was constantly trying to come up with new ways to save money. One of them was that she decided to make our uniform skirts and since they would fit longer if she made them a little too big then that was great!! I was in 3rd grade when I went to recess and showed the entire school my underwear when my skirt fell off while jumping rope
Memories 
lol – Oh I am so sorry. It’s for sure something you will never forget.
My sisters and I had that exact same haircut as kids, but my mom did it because she thought it was CUTE! I see pictures of us next to our friends with their beautiful long ponytails, etc. and we look like little boys… To this day, she still tells us how cute it looked. And we still resent her for it, of course!
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The brillance of your mom following through with that threat is profound. My mom just chopped off all my hair because it was easier. People called me a boy.
I remember meltdown every morning of middle school over my wardrobe.
Good times. Have fun with that. I’ll be there in about 10 years. Closer to 8 probably.
I should post a picture of me and my brother together. We were 9 months apart and had the same damn haircut. Yes, we looked like twin boys after my haircut. Thanks mom!
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Oh man, that hair trick has me laughing. You look just devastated, and yet I can perfectly understand why your mom would do that (even though I don’t have a girl).
I think it’s odd when people think we are only who we are on our blogs. I’m certainly not (thank goodness). There’s much more to a person and a life than could ever be captured on a blog.
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I love you. You make me laugh.
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Haha, this is one of those cute posts that reminds us all to stop and smell the roses despite the thorns. Thanks for the laughs and making me think of all the things I’m grateful for.
ps. I think I’ve got you beat because my mom cut my hair like that… and then permed it!! I’m reminded of that nightmare year every time I see my grade 1 class photo of me looking like orphan Annie with my white girl afro and my purple velour jumpsuit with pink frilly sleeves. Oh the horror…
Oh my. A perm. My condolences.
well I just read this now and Better late than never right? The reason I’m late, I was telling my children I’d kill them if they spill any more cheerios in their room where the dog might eet them and then get sick and have thier daddy yell and then we’d fight and perhaps get divorced because they don’t LISTEN TO ME>
I love ya..sunshine and clouds…xox
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No that is one hell of an awesome threat – lol. I love you.
HAHAHA! Oh my goodness, I sometimes feel the same about my blog. But I want my kids to read my blog when they get older and see all the fun times we had. Of course they’ll remember the clouds, but I don’t necessarily want to blog about them all.
P.S. my mom locked us out of the house once
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LOL – yeah, pretty sure my mom locked us out more than once.