We're Still Rockin' The Flock Of Seagulls

My girls have the world's slowest growing, baby fine, wispy, thin hair known to all of mankind. They are all born bald as cue balls and the hair is very slow to grow. In fact, Pink didn't have her first haircut until she was 4. Even then, that first "haircut" was really just a trim to even things out. Tink, who will be 4 in January, has yet to have received her first haircut either. Her hair is barely past her chin. The drawbacks of their hair quality is outweighed by the beauty of its unique color. They both have chestnut brown locks with amazing golden highlights that women pay big bucks for. It's like, the color of Tiger's Eye stone, matching exactly with their gorgeous eyes.

Well, thin hair tends to look scraggly (I know this from personal experience) and so my husband and I thought it would be nice to shape their hair up a little. My husband plays hookie from work for an hour and meets us at the overpriced Salon de Kids - which IS very cute but I just get sick thinking about spending $12.00 plus tip on a child's hair. But, they did look adorable and the ladies were super nice.

This was Tink's FIRST EVER IN HER LIFE haircut and Pink's first ever cut by someone who was not me in our bathroom armed only with a pair of kitchen sheers and a prayer.

 


Though Pink has fantasized for months, staring through the window of this salon, at sitting on the pink motorcycle while getting styled, she sweetly volunteered to give the motorcycle to Tink. This act of altruism was because shortly before entering the salon, Tink scrapped her big toe and it was bleeding and she was freaking out crying. Pink, the caretaker, asked Tink if she'd like to sit on the pink motorcycle and stayed true to her word. That girl is the sweetest most compassionate little thing ever.


Unlike friends of mine whose 3 years olds donate 16 inches of hair to Locks Of Love, Pink and Tink's cuts amounted to barely 4 inches, combined.

Yes, these are my little Rapunzels here. Even with Tink's little trim she's still rockin' the Flock Of Seagulls swoop. I don't know what the deal is with that swoop she's got going on, but she's had it ever since her hair grew in and I can't train it to go otherwise.

Total change of subject: The weird bad luck things have subsided. For the most part. I have not burned sage because I cannot FIND sage anywhere, but I've managed to improve my mood and perspective despite 2 out of the 4 kids getting diarrhea. I still have random things happen, but on a much smaller and manageable scale. Like, I got a giant (and I mean GIANT) splinter UNDERNEATH my fingernail. It just went in at the right angle to piece directly below my nail and the tippy top broke off when I tried to remove it so there is like a long splinter completely submerged under my pinky fingernail. For, like, ever perhaps? Then, 2 days later I woke up with conjunctivitis or pink eye. How the hell are you supposed to tell the difference? I don't know. But it's probably because I wear my disposable contacts about 4 months longer than recommended. Or it's because Rella's snot from whatever SHE'S been sick with had made it not only into my hair, but into my eyeball as well. The eye problem mainly stinks because I have to wear my glasses now and not only are they coke bottle bottoms that minimize my eyeballs into tiny peas, but they are totally crooked and too loose after I fell asleep in them once and bent the frames. As you can imagine I look soooo hot. Total Rock Star.

We still don't know if we're going to get our $3,000 back from the company we "bought" our master bath vanity from, and we're still fighting to get our $1,000 deductible back from the one (out of 3) car accidents which was the ONLY one that actually WASN'T my fault. Of course,the other guy involved swears it was because he must have nothing better to do with his lame life than conjure up falsehoods and pursue lost causes. Go for it dude. Don't worry about ME. I have a money tree in my back yard. I'll just pick off some hundreds later today.

But, at least my INTERNET is working (*knock knock*) which I'm ashamed to admit makes a huge difference in my mental state. And despite several set backs with our new house, it is still overall going great and it looks so pretty...