grooming my little humans
I'm the mother of that child...you know, the one over there who looks like she has no mother. Filthy face, ratty hair, dustdevil clothes.
Yep, she's the one.
I've always been that mother. With those children - happy, independent creatures left to their own devices in their backyard wonderland (or that's the positive spin I've officially adopted). Sure, the lifestyle leaves them looking motherless. So please avert your eyes when they come your way. Pay no mind to the unscrubbed skin behind their ears or their forever overgrown fingernails (condolences to Davyn's piano teacher who is paid to notice the latter).
It has never bothered me much. But somehow it's starting to matter much more now that I have my Azure.
Poor boys.
I don't mean to be discriminatory, but dirtly little boys are infinitely more lovable than dirty little girls. Right? (Go ahead and shake your head, because I do realize how discriminatory that does sound).
So I am making concerted efforts to to help my Miss be tidy..and feminine..and cute. She happens to love all things girly, so please don't think of this as abuse. The latest trappings I purchased for her grooming were these rollers.
I'll let you know how it goes.
p.s. grooming for now. we'll address toddler nudity in another lifetime.
Reader Comments (5)
Nothing like a home-grown kid, Amy. That's the spin I gave it when they were growing.
p.s. that first photo with the rollers and the naked shoulders is completely irresistible!