Thursday, January 23, 2014

Guess why I have a baggie full of blonde hair



::sigh::

I mean I know this is the age kids will get their hands on scissors and decide to use them inappropriately. Yesterday when Tom walked in with the kids he said, "Stasa do you want to tell mommy what you did or do you want me to tell her?" I was busy washing dishes at the time and took a deep breath, not knowing what to expect. Stasa wouldn't tell me, she just stood there with big tears in her eyes. Tom finally told me that during art center, Stasa snipped a lock of her hair and then also cut her friend, Lizbeth's hair.

Tom didn't see Lizbeth or her mom, but her mom has to be upset. We talked to Stasa about proper use of scissors and asked her to write an apology to Lizbeth. Her teachers also took away her scissor privileges for the week. That night at bedtime I asked her what made her want to cut her hair. She goes to school with her hair up nearly every day, but often takes it out halfway through the day. She kept saying she didn't want her hair all the way down to her feet, but wanted it as long as her ears. I told her I could take her to get it professionally cut so it would be shorter and she broke into tears. I have no idea what's going on with her and she wouldn't tell me what's wrong - only that she didn't want to go to school anymore and is ready to go to big school now. This hair cutting incident isn't the first "issue" (ugh, I hate even calling it that because it's a normal kid thing to cut your own hair) we've noticed. Earlier this week she wasn't listening to her teachers and refused to leave the library at school because she wanted to keep reading. And then started talking back to them.

Tom and I are wondering if she just had too much birthday (even though we kept it pretty low key this year). Maybe having the party then special dinner on her birthday and then another celebration with family was just too much too close together? Maybe now that she's five she thinks she's too old or too big for pre-k? Maybe she's just having a tough time. I wish I could figure it out. Her teachers asked what was going on at home to cause her to behave like that, which, let me tell you, did not please me. Yes, teacher, please *do* assume that it must be a home issue. ::sigh:: I personally think it was a culmination of things - too much birthday, too many snow days for the school-agers, and too much television in the mornings at school. (Yes, television at school. Tell me about it. It's on my list for when we meet with the new director.)

Last night after we put all of the kids to bed I heard crying coming from Stasa's room. I went in and she asked if she could sleep in our bed. We really try to keep the kids in their own beds, so I told her no, but she could come down and have quiet time with us for a little while before going back to bed. She came down and snuggled up on the couch between us and didn't talk that much. When I told her it was time to go to bed, she got up, gave hugs and kisses and went to bed. I'm on the fence about her bedtime and am toying with letting her stay up a bit later than the others so she can get some quiet time with us (and we can give her some big girl privilege).

For now I'm just going to hope she leaves the hair cutting to the professionals.

Saturday, January 18, 2014

She's five.

Apparently being five is a big deal. Like a big BIG deal. Stasa had been counting down the days to her birthday since Christmas ended. She was so excited about being five. The morning of her birthday party she woke up at 6:00 am fully dressed for dance class. The party time couldn't come fast enough for her and the moment we got home from dance class she quickly changed into her special birthday outfit that she picked out weeks ago. She wanted her hair left down and also wanted it straight, so I straightened her hair while we killed some time waiting to leave for the party.

Then it was finally party time. Stasa initially wanted only one friend to come, but eventually invited four little girls, but only two came. She couldn't have been happier - her best friend, BFF's sister, and Lexi were all at her party and that's really all she wanted. This year we held her party at the local bowling alley and it was great. All we had to do was show up with the cake and everything else was handled by our party attendant. All four girls did a pretty good job bowling, though they all wanted the hot pink 14 pound bowling balls.




On her actual birthday, we brought cupcakes to school and she wore her special birthday outfit again (yay, laundry!). We let her decide on dinner and she chose her favorite, cheese pizza, the same thing we had at her party. Before Christmas we were shopping in Target and she spotted a Caboodle in the beauty department and asked me what it was. I explained what it was used for and she looked at me and said "maybe I can get one for my birthday." She was so happy when she opened her gift and saw that it was a hot pink Caboodle. She was even happier to discover her own makeup brushes, lip glosses, purple eye shadow, and pink blush inside. We told her it was for home only and that she had to wash her face before she left the house.

Happy birthday, five year old!

Sunday, January 5, 2014

Our Christmas started at 3:30 am

Yes, you read that right. 3:30 am. Stasa came running into our room and happily announced "Santa brought a MEELLION of presents!" I peeked my eyes open and realized it was still dark and I was still exhausted. Thinking it was maybe 5ish, I looked at my alarm and was shocked to find that it was only 3:30 in the morning. We finally convinced Stasa to join Lexi, who was sleeping, thank goodness. It took awhile to calm her down, but she finally fell back asleep until about 6:30, a much more reasonable hour for Christmas morning.

The kids were eager to get downstairs as fast as they could. Well, Tommy was just getting a contact high from the girls' excitement. Stasa opened her whole stocking and showed me every thing up close. Lexi focused on wrapped gifts first and was happy to sit and play with each toy before opening another present. The llama was happy with the box his toy came in.

Christmas just keeps getting more and more fun.


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