It never ceases to amaze me how my oldest two are either the best of friends or the worst of enemies. Usually it starts out with them being big buddies and playing nicely… then, the Kindergartener assumes her God-given position of authority as the “big” sister. And, at that point, the Preschooler’s fragile feathers get ruffled {or sometimes slapped or stomped on}, and things start to turn sour.
Saturday morning, though, the stars aligned and they got along well enough to play together for what might have been over an hour. As long as the Preschooler is in the mood to be a student, or a patient, or, in this case… a customer at the hair salon… all is well.
Here, she is receiving her shampoo and conditioning treatment:
I’m not sure how I would feel about my hairdresser having this kind of enthusiasm for her job, but maybe mine does and I don’t know it. Who knows what goes on behind you when your head is at that angle?
The hairdresser had just as much excitement about drying and styling her victim’s client’s hair…
The Baby, meanwhile, had heard that the Spouse had some projects to work on around the house involving tools. And, she knew he would need her help.
For some reason, the Spouse got all annoyed with his helper. He didn’t even appreciate the fact that she had put on her best “work” boots.
I think I have more patience for the Baby because this is what I’m used to dealing with when she “helps” clean the bathroom…
Or, the pantry…
Or, when she “helps” shop at Target…
I realize the picture above is horrible. But, the important part is at the bottom where you can see how her seatbelt is still intact. A seatbelt is merely a suggestion to her, and one she tends to ignore. If I overlook her fussing for long enough, she takes matters into her own hands and silently plots an escape over and out the back of the seat. I have heard about children who will sit in buggies and strollers and highchairs while taking in the sights and sounds around them, maybe playing with toys and looking at books. But, I have never personally bred a child of that nature. So, our shopping style is always fast and furious. And, that usually means I forget half of what we went to the store for in the first place. We may not be productive, but we are never, ever boring.
I fret and complain and wonder if I’ll ever know quiet and calm again. But, at the end of the day, I’m really thankful for all the drama.
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