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Emer hides
Jul. 21st, 2010 01:34 amEmer still loves hiding. She no longer hides in absolutely plain sight, but instead goes into another room, and yells "COME AND FIND ME! I DON'T KNOW WHERE I AM!"
She's pretty loud.
She's pretty loud.
Jul. 21st, 2010
Children who hit
Jul. 21st, 2010 01:36 amMy mother swears she was never hit by any of us after we were two.
But we can remember doing it. Not much, like, but hitting one's mother is a bit of a Big Deal and sticks in the guilt-ridden memory somewhat.
I wonder will my journals prevent me from rewriting the children's pasts? Or just alter how I rewrite them? I know other parents who swear they never smacked their children, with similar contradictory child-memories.
But we can remember doing it. Not much, like, but hitting one's mother is a bit of a Big Deal and sticks in the guilt-ridden memory somewhat.
I wonder will my journals prevent me from rewriting the children's pasts? Or just alter how I rewrite them? I know other parents who swear they never smacked their children, with similar contradictory child-memories.
Emer got a pair of sunglasses tangled in her hair so Linnea cut them out. Emer now has no curls at all. Her hair had just reached a stage of curly manageability and now, after the very first trim or haircut of her entire life, it's going to be back to fine, straight, flyaway matting hair. And we need to work out how to shingle the back or something.
Without stabbing the child in the neck with a scissors.
Now, she has been offered haircuts. Every single time a child complains while getting their hair brushed, they are offered a haircut. And sometimes if we just happen to pass a hairdresser that will do children's hair for a fiver or so.
And she has refused, sometimes screaming at the very idea, every time.
And now she has no curls at all.
And it's not because she cut her own hair, it's because Linnea did it. To disentangle sunglasses.
Linnea has been sent to bed so that I don't defenestrate her. Emer is sitting outside my bedroom door sulking. I'm sitting in bed sulking. And contracting. I got less than four hours' sleep last night, which isn't helping, and I am in not inconsiderable pain and discomfort.
Luckily, a friend who is not emotionally invested and who IS good at cutting children's hair will come over with a sharp scissors later on and help us fix at least some of the damage.
And I'll get over it. I just hope we have some recent photos of the curls. I'd hate them to be gone without record. I know we've no record of her long long curly ponytail.
Without stabbing the child in the neck with a scissors.
Now, she has been offered haircuts. Every single time a child complains while getting their hair brushed, they are offered a haircut. And sometimes if we just happen to pass a hairdresser that will do children's hair for a fiver or so.
And she has refused, sometimes screaming at the very idea, every time.
And now she has no curls at all.
And it's not because she cut her own hair, it's because Linnea did it. To disentangle sunglasses.
Linnea has been sent to bed so that I don't defenestrate her. Emer is sitting outside my bedroom door sulking. I'm sitting in bed sulking. And contracting. I got less than four hours' sleep last night, which isn't helping, and I am in not inconsiderable pain and discomfort.
Luckily, a friend who is not emotionally invested and who IS good at cutting children's hair will come over with a sharp scissors later on and help us fix at least some of the damage.
And I'll get over it. I just hope we have some recent photos of the curls. I'd hate them to be gone without record. I know we've no record of her long long curly ponytail.