Wednesday, March 4, 2009
So we are 2 out of 3 cutting their own hair.
Baylie is the only one left.
Darby did it today.
2 minutes before we had to leave for Luke's baseball practice (which ended up raining so we ditched). She was supposed to find a brush, but found scissors instead. Not the best timing to find 2 inches of hair on the floor.
I just left it cause haven't decided what to do.
(I threw the hair in the trash, I mean I just haven't tried to fix Darby's yet)
This picture is from the last time she wore a different shirt. A different shirt than Luke's Alabama Jersey that she has worn everyday for a week.
Every single day. I'd say she's a fan, huh?
Or really more like a fan of her brother. She wears his old bama jersey and tells me.
"Mom, I'm a boy."
"No, you are a girl wearing a boy's shirt."
"No I'm a boy, see."
"You don't want to be a boy, girls are awesome....bla bla bla"
"No I'm a boy"
"But I'm a girl. And Baylie's a girl. Girls are cool. And you have all your cool princess stuff."
Hmmm...how do you do this one? So after three days of this, I finally remembered...
"Guess what Darby. You are a tomboy"
"Yep, tomboys are girls that wear boy clothes. Nana was a tomboy. They are cool."
(Okay mom so I don't know if you actually wore boys clothes, but I know you told me you were a tomboy. If you have any other suggestions, please give.)
Whew....made it through this day. Yay, where is my prize? If I was really insightful I'd probably say the prize was being able to live this day. But fortunately Jason made a cheese danish run to the store. Good prize for me.