Growing Girls With Purpose
February 28th, 2011 — Body Image & Self Esteem, Feminine Heritage, Hairy Issues (fashion, hair, clothes)
I walk into my BFF Jenny’s house (Yes, the fabulous Jenny, owner of Ms. Sparrow’s Holistic Cleaning Co.), she turns from the delectable tomato soup she’s stirring for our girls night and says,
You’re rockin’ the vagina today with that necklace and the cowl neck T.S.
I think I love this outfit even more now, but I’ll never be able to wear it again without laughing my ass off and thinking “vagina” every time I speak to someone. Which might be kind of fun, actually.
November 1st, 2010 — Family Life, Hairy Issues (fashion, hair, clothes)
Zack is a Flying Dragon, Ainsley is a Vampire, I am Dorothy Parker.
Truth be told, I bought the kids’ costumes, not because I’m lazy as some have suggested, but because I am busy and tired. Also, to please them, my children. They wanted these particular costumes from stores and I didn’t want to exert the energy to fight with them or make them costumes “like these” that would take me hours and dollars more than I spent.
My costume, however, comprised of stuff I already had in my closet.
Halloween in our new ‘hood was fun with our new neighbors.
November 1st, 2010 — Hairy Issues (fashion, hair, clothes)
Wonder how many girls could get away with a thong and body suit?
October 13th, 2010 — Family Life, Hairy Issues (fashion, hair, clothes)
I love a good slumber party. It’s a super-fun, super-affordable birthday party. For Ainsley’s 9th Birthday we had two classmates over. It was a Spa Party.
Turtle Cheesecake from Whole Foods. Honestly, I’m not sure why regular birthday cake even exists. These calories are worth it.
There were gifts. Good ones. Things were going well.
Then I did something that made time stop for a moment. It just stalled there and hung in the room. My daughter’s mortification was amplified by a classic MOOOOM!
My BFF turned to me and said, Just five minutes ago you said you had an Edit Button! An hour later, the same friend said, Ainsley is going to have the best memoir!
I turned the camera on myself to record the exact moment in which I lost all my Mom Cool and became That Mom.
She had opened a gift of perfumed shower gel and I said . . . don’t use that on your vajayjay.
(For the record, I DO have an Edit Button. I have a much better, more accurate, description of the taste of that cheesecake, but I thought it might sound a little crass.)
October 12th, 2010 — Hairy Issues (fashion, hair, clothes)
When Ainsley was a baby I participated in what felt like an Ancient Tribal Ritual – I held her tightly swaddled body down while she shrieked with fear, pain and anger – so the doctor could pierce her ears.
One ear down, I thought, “Dear God, what am I doing?”
When Ainsley was around 3 years old, she found the pierced ears annoying. They always had to be taken care of. If you didn’t pay attention, the skin would try to grow over the earring in the back. We once had to get one ear re-pierced. She demanded I take them out, said she didn’t want pierced ears anymore. I obliged.
Of course when she was 6 she started asking that her ears be pierced again. Or maybe 7. Definitely 8. I would tell her she had to prove that she could take care of a piercing by being responsible for her body.
For her 9th Birthday she got her ears pierced again. She cried after the first ear. But, they gave her a sucker and she had solid gold daisy earrings so it was considered all worth it.
