Blogging Life

One of the reasons I wanted to start blogging again is that I've saved funny little tidbits about my kids and my life in various places and I wanted to put them all in one place. The weird and funny things kids do when they're little are like these little bits of magic. When I read other people's blogs and Facebook feeds and things, I can fall in love with children I've never met (not in a weird way). So I have this idea that if I could go to one place and gather up those little bits of magic about my own kids, it might give me enough warm fuzzy feeling to make it through their teen years. LOL

So, here we go. On this day in 2008, I made some notes about Taryn on my blog. She was two years old at the time.

After church Sunday we were invited out to lunch with two older couples. Both the guys are retired military. I know one of them was Navy, maybe they both were. They took us to Red Lobster, where Taryn took many trips to the front of the store to see the "monsters." She was both fascinated and frightened by them. I think both phones got left in the car when we got home from lunch. I can't find them anywhere and that's the last place I remember seeing them.

Taryn's song of the weekend was the alphabet song: A B C D E G H I lala LMNOP two R S Y Z now I know ABCs next time sing me WXYZ now I know ABCs next time lala sing me

In May of 2011, the girls started a hair cutting binge. The first time, they just cut a chunk out of Caelie's hair that was easily hidden by wearing a hair bow. I hid all the scissors I could find, but that didn't slow them down.

By Caelie's birthday at the end of June, they had hacked away a huge bit in the middle of the back that resulted in a bobbed look, and then just some random cutting that made some weird hack job as pictured. I was going to let her just live with it until it grew out.

Then in August they went at it again and cut so much in such random places and all the way to the scalp...I can't even explain it, it was worse than the above and I told them we were going to have to shave it down and start over. This was when I learned how involved Taryn had been because she had a complete meltdown, she told me "you can't do that! Caelie is a GIRL!" I explained that a haircut wouldn't change that, and I was really taken aback because I didn't think I had reinforced traditional gender roles that hard.

Anyway. The reason I'm sharing this story today is that this is the day in 2011, that I shared on Facebook: This morning Caelie ran into the bathroom to look in the mirror and she said, "I still have boy hair, but I have dirlo blue eyes!" (dirlo is the closest approximation to the way she says "girl".