Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow

If this mishap was Parker’s fault then I wouldn’t feel so bad for her. Well, maybe I would being that I would blame myself and Laura for not providing proper parental oversight- but this was not the case.

Last night after Parker’s bath Laura was combing her hair, I guess Parker was inquiring about this round brush which I assume is used for curling one’s hair. So while Parker’s hair was still wet, Laura decided to show her how the round comb works on Parker’s hair and….the picture’s not really worth a thousand words, maybe just one…DOH!
This was even more painful than it looks. It was so tight against her head and coming from both sides of the comb, I really don’t know how Laura did this. I was in the garage when it happened but it became a very difficult ordeal for all of us (especially PJ). Laura’s first idea was to dry her hair which didn’t help. The next was to take wire cutter and methodically cut each bristle off hoping it would help free up the hair…this didn’t work either. I called over our next door neighbor to see if she had any ideas. Sara had a good idea, plop on a bunch of conditioner all over the brush and her hair which did help. All this time Parker was crying and crying, it was so sad. She would let out these little squeals every time Laura would accidentally pull on her hair while trying to untangle the mess.

And so, after hour into this new torture technique, Laura was able to free the brush from being flush against her head yet it still remained stuck, it just wasn’t as bad. In the meantime, I was trying to occupy Parker so she could take her mind off of the pain that was being inflicted on her. I instituted a couple of techniques, one was to shovel ginger snap cookies into her mouth and the other was to ensure there was a perpetual stream of Little Bear and Maggie and The Ferocious Beast for her viewing pleasure..

Finally, after an hour and half of this Laura and Sara were able to free up some of the hair while cutting off the rest. The total sum of lost hair can be summed up by this picture...

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So, thus another entertaining night ended.

A Round Brush Apology

Dearest Peachie, PJ, Sweetie-Pie, Peachie-girl. I am so sorry for getting that round brush stuck in your hair last night. To be honest, I don't have that much experience with round brushes and I never thought I could get it so incredibly wound-tight-stuck in your super fine 3 year-old hair.














I know you'll probably cringe the next time I tell you I have a present for you. That set of brushes was supposed to be a welcome surprise to get you to start brushing your hair in the mornings. When you asked me how the round one worked...well I never thought an hour and a half later I'd be sitting under a lamp with wire cutters, a screwdriver, a half empty bottle of conditioner and scissors in my lap.













I know it was very painful, but I hope watching Little Bear and eating ginger snaps at 8:30 pm helped take the edge off. I also must apologize for continually saying "okay...almost there...here we go". I thought cutting the spokes off the brush with the wire cutters would release your hair. I guess I was wrong. I am glad to say that even though you lost a lot of hair, it's really not that noticable.

Georgia, Where Did You Get Those Eyes?

Happiness

Georgia and I are having our very own LoveFest. We are in that stage of infatuation where the mere presence of the other makes us giggle and smile from ear to ear.

Parker's Puke Pail

The State of Georgia

So, what’s in a name? Not very much really, just the simplicity of aural imagery. She wasn’t named after anyone or anything in particular. Neither the state nor the nation is of any regard in this matter. The etymology of the word is of little importance to us. This may be odd for some parents who deem it important that their child’s name has some deep meaning that evokes something important to them. There may be some homage to the Georgia Peach but I’m not sure.

The only issue we’re having with regarding to names is nicknames. Parker’s got five of them, Georgia has zero. Perhaps I will consult Parker on what a good nickname is for Georgia. Some ideas…’Gigi’, ‘Gia’, ‘G.L.’, “Jojo”, nope…nothing works. I will assuredly antagonize her when she’s older by constantly referring to her as “George” every chance I get.

While naming your children is fun, what’s more enjoyable is naming your pets. When it comes to pets you are given the opportunity to attach a silly moniker to your pet that when juxtaposed to the pet itself, really makes no sense. Our last two cats we had were named Irma and Rosa. When I went to pick them up they were the last two kittens of a litter that seemed to be neglected by this Mexican family living in squalor in beautiful Oakland, California. Unfortunately, like some people I know, they didn’t take to the notion of children very well so they left home and ventured out to the great unknown. I do hope they’re doing okay. Here's an old picture of Laura practicing her breastfeeding technique on Irma.



I’m sure it’s the same for all parents and pet owners. Once your child develops a little personality it doesn’t matter what you’ve named him or her, it just fits. At least that’s they way it has always been for us whether we’re talking about our children or our pets.

The Nietzsche Family Circus

The Sunday funnies have come a long way.