"Is it out?"
The hairdryer switched off and inquisitive fingers ran through the length of my hair.
"Nope."
Leaning over the tub I carefully wet and lathered my hair for the third, and probably not last, time.
I confess, I love to have my hair touched. I do. I love it so much, on my birthday my daughters offer to brush my hair as a present.
I love it so much I have endured countless braids,
funky hairdos, and tangles as the only "patron" of nine-year-old Mary's Beauty Shop, just to have my hair played with.
If I am ever full of stress and tension, rub my hair and I will actually melt before your eyes. Melt. No more stress, just me, eyes closed, slumped over, unable to speak anything more complex than monosyllables, swiftly falling asleep.
Weird, but true.
Joseph sat next to me on the couch, running a thick lock of my hair through his little toddler hands. He wasn't pulling or tangling, just running it through his hands.
"Your hair is pretty, Mama. I'm making your hair beautiful."
"Mmhmm..." I replied suddenly feeling rather sleepy.
"Beautiful. Beautiful." Joey continued.
"Mmhmm..." I murmured again. Someone should bring me a pillow.
Wait a minute. My ears had detected a noise, a quiet noise, an odd noise, a slightly wet, smacking noise that was not the sort of noise that clean, dry hair makes when it is run through clean, dry hands. The realization that something was wrong seeped into my drowsy brain.
I lifted my hand to my hair and encountered a wide streak of something terribly sticky. Joey's fists were full of a thick, white paste that I knew all too well. Diaper ointment. The white stuff. The greasy, white stuff that not only doesn't wipe off easily, but laughs - actually laughs - at soap and water. I didn't even know we had any.
"I make-d your hair so beautiful, Mama." Joey said in a sweet voice.
Yes, beautiful, and white, and stuck in a thick clump to the side of my head.
You know those moments when something unexpected happens and you truly appreciate just how ...unique... living with little ones is? It's like the times you find yourself stringing together words you didn't know could exist in the same sentence.
"Don't lick shopping carts."
"The cat doesn't want your gum."
"Your dinosaur doesn't need a bubble bath."
"Nice little boys don't shout 'booger' in church."
"Your brother doesn't like you dancing on his head."
"We don't rub diaper ointment into Mommy's hair."
I was having one of those moments. Yes, I was.
I was also lathering my hair for the fourth time...
November 23, 2014
November 17, 2014
Smarshmallow Run
Annie was helping Joe wash his hands before dinner. His tiny fingers more intent on splashing water out of the sink than removing any actual dirt, when he leaned his face towards hers and in a conspiratorial whisper said,
"Okay, so, we gonna get the keys, and you get into the driver's seat, then we drive away quietly. Deal?"
Annie turned the water off and grabbed a towel.
"What? Why???"
She looked at this little person standing on the step stool before her with an intent look in his eyes.
"Because, Annie!" he exclaimed, waving his hands in the air. "We need to drive away quietly. Okay? Deal?"
Annie shared this with me as I dished up the plates. I glanced over at my little boy. Joey was now standing on his chair trying to reach the lit candle on the table.
"Joey, don't touch that!"
He stopped and looked at me.
"Joe, are you planning to drive away?" I asked, not sure he would want to fill me in on his sneaky plan.
He didn't even hesitate.
"Yes! I'm going to drive to the Smarshmallow Store and buy smarshmallows and we will eat them! Everyone can get in the van and sit in dere own seats and put on dere own seatbelts, and we can go get smarshmallows. Then we can build a smarshmallow house, and a smarshmallow car with smarshmallow wheels... and everything!"
Oh my. I think I need to hide the keys.
"Okay, so, we gonna get the keys, and you get into the driver's seat, then we drive away quietly. Deal?"
Annie turned the water off and grabbed a towel.
"What? Why???"
She looked at this little person standing on the step stool before her with an intent look in his eyes.
"Because, Annie!" he exclaimed, waving his hands in the air. "We need to drive away quietly. Okay? Deal?"
Annie shared this with me as I dished up the plates. I glanced over at my little boy. Joey was now standing on his chair trying to reach the lit candle on the table.
"Joey, don't touch that!"
He stopped and looked at me.
"Joe, are you planning to drive away?" I asked, not sure he would want to fill me in on his sneaky plan.
He didn't even hesitate.
"Yes! I'm going to drive to the Smarshmallow Store and buy smarshmallows and we will eat them! Everyone can get in the van and sit in dere own seats and put on dere own seatbelts, and we can go get smarshmallows. Then we can build a smarshmallow house, and a smarshmallow car with smarshmallow wheels... and everything!"
Oh my. I think I need to hide the keys.
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