hair, beauty and the like

I have a little girl whose hair has not caught it's stride yet and is a very lovely shade of golden brown.

I do on occasion daydream of brushing her head full of longer hair, curling it or putting it in pig tails and one day cutting her adorable zooey deschanel bangs that will highlight her beautiful eyes perfectly. but I also realize that my girl is already very strong willed. she only wears what she wants to wear. she is very determined and confident and these are all things I love about her, but it makes me realize that she may have very different ideas about bangs or whatever else regarding her hair.

even now I have made countless headbands and hair clips for her and she does not wear them ever. she prefers her plastic purple crown instead. while I love to see her in her crown that she wears against her forehead instead of on top of head, I do sometimes wish she would let me put that adorable cheetah print headband with the pink flower the size of her head on for the afternoon.

I came across this quote today and I thought to myself, self remember this:

 

This is a world where women, girls are constantly reminded that they don't belong to themselves; that their bodies are not their own, nor their power or self determination.

Willow cuts her hair because her beauty, her value, her worth is not measured by the length of her hair. Even little girls have the RIGHT to own themselves and should not be a slave to even their mother's deepest insecurities, hopes and desires.

 

-jada pinkett smith

 

so I will tuck this away and when she wants me to have nothing to do with her hair as she is wildly happy to just be her, I will be wild about her being her, for there is no one else I want her to be.

 

when my cute girl does decide to wear a headband it is usually like this.

falling down

Today has been a day of many falls.

Physical and emotional.

Dolly fell off the kitchen chair today and smacked her head on the hardwood floor. One minute it was happy laughter and molding of play doh and the next minute she is saying very proudly “mommy look!” holding up her play doh creation and she leaned over to far and bam there she went to the floor.

While trying to comfort my baby my other baby took a stab at walking and bam down went brother with a cheek to the hand of a doll and a bruise bloomed on his perfect chubby cheek. Now I was trying to comfort two upset babies.  After calming them down there were wonderful naps by my babies.  But while they napped I talked to my insurance company about my new coverage and hung up thinking how do people afford healthcare? With my growing medical bills I was hopeful that my new coverage would be better. It isn’t really. And with all of Dolly’s and my own health concerns, our health insurance is a BIG DEAL. As I am sure it is to many of you. Well that deflated my spirits a bit and I tried to relax, but couldn’t. My mind was still racing from yesterday, as yesterday was an emotional rollercoaster with both of my parents battling it out in divorce court. What I am getting at is I am tired. So tired and sick. My arthritis is flaring up with this stormy weather and I have been dealing with the stomach flu. The emotional toll on top of it all got me down today and no matter how many cans of diet coke I had (four) I was not feeling better.

After their naps there were more stumbles by my little man. He is accident prone like me you see. But I noticed a pattern with him. After a fall he would look for me and as soon as I scooped him up into my arms the biggest smile would form on his sweet face.

I realized that this was the best gift that God could give me today. He gave me so much in this sweet interaction with my baby. He reminded me that I am so so so lucky to be a mom to these glorious babies. He reminded me that sometimes the simplest acts bring the most comfort. He made me stop and look around and reevaluate my attitude. Today could get better. It is never too late to turn it around.

So I, with the help of my babies turned it around. I called a couple friends and had some nice chats with my girls. I made brownies with Dolly. I kissed my little man’s precious face over and over again. I snuggled with husband on the couch. I watched the new Hart of Dixie.  And now I am off to bed and to thank the Lord once again for amazing little ones and for husband.

Our Heavenly Father and his beloved son are creators and have entrusted each of us with a portion of Their creative power.                                                                                                     David. A. Bednar

my izzy girl: new items in the shop

 how fun is this vintage "home sweet home" embroidery hoop.

this darling mint dress is so darling.

it is the perfect spring find for a new little lady.