Ya know when one of those wild hair type ideas goes south? That's happened the other night. All was right, the stars alig
ned. etc. Papi was out-of-town, but the little house monsters were pretty good.
While we were winding down, I got the bright idea to bathe Reba. Why is it most of the drama in the family involves the hairy bestia? I thought it would be a Kodak moment and Reba would appreciate the warmth of an indoor bath. We were due to clean the tub, so what the hay?
Raquel must have thought I was torturing Reba. She was wailing to the high heavens. Recalling the technique of some of our parenting peers, I put her in the crib. She freaked. I brought her in the bathroom again. She freaked. I laid down with her in the bed. Finally, she went to sleep. She was tired to begin with, probably the real source of her discomfort.
Reba was spazzing out, which didn't help at all. Lila was a champ, wearing her listening ears all the time. She waited patiently while the commotion died down. We started to go to town on Reba, only to hear screaming Raquel again. AGH! I went to her, finally got her to sleep again, and rinsed and dried the bird dog. What a fiasco! At least the dirty dog smell is gone.
Raquel had her first Haircut. She was hesitant at first, but found comfort in the tiny car chair. For the past few months, I've been meaning to jot down some of the funny things that the girls say/do...
Lila, eating the last bits of popcorn, "look mommy, i found a unicorn"
We were walking in the park, when Lila picked up a stick and said, "Mommy, hold on to this stick, we'll be like a train. The stick is a "per-na-ner". The "per-na-ner" attaches two people. Who knew?
Raquel says, "good dog", "gracias", "hi, lila", "caca", "mama" "papa" "poo-poo", "abu & ali" and a flam-a-lama-ding-dong. lots of gibberish
Thong panties send the wrong message to little girls. I don't know what to do about it. (notice the lacey blue-green undies beneath the blue dress) I feel the need to wear them w/ certain things. Lila was wearing her undies backwards, so I told her the small part goes in front, the big part goes on the booty. She must have sensed the inconsistency in what mom wears and what she says is the "right" way. On our recent camping trip to the giant sequoias, she decided to put on some of my undies, Borat-style, because she wanted to "look pretty". She also found lipstick in the van.
The trees were amazing, emphasized even more by a conversation I had with my soulmate in the wee hours
as we drove into the park. We were watching the stars and talking about the universe, space and time, so the next day waking to giant trees seemed to complete the conversation. Beautiful. Magestic those tress are. Old and as wise as a Jedi warrior. Yoda would have been moved by the giant forest.
