Hair Ties and Toddlers

At only two years old, my daughter is facing one of womankind's most daunting challenges: "How Should I Fix My Hair?"

CeCe has what I like to call "A Confused Mullet." It's straight in the front, and a mass of curls in the back. It also  tends to turn into a rat's nest of tangles and peanut butter by the end of each day if it's not pulled back. That's where the challenge comes in.

I was adamantly against big bows and headbands on CeCe when she was an infant. She didn't have any hair to pull back, why would she need a headband? But now I see it would have been a good training exercise.

CeCe won't wear headbands, and I realize if I had stuck them on her head at birth she would have been conditioned to wear them by now. But I didn't and she won't. 

She unfortunately inherited the combination of my curls and her dad's cowlicks. And she has a double crown so her hair instinctively swirls in opposite directions. This leaves me with few styling options, but lately we are trying.

She is a big fan of certain styles:

"The Pigtails" 

"The Whale Spout"

And "The Miley Cyrus"

Two hours tends to be the limit for her coif, and then she's yanking out the elastics faster than you can say "Don't you look SOOOOOO cute!"

I am searching for creative ways to fix my toddler's hair that doesn't require her to sit still for any extended period of time, and can work with uneven lengths of hair on all parts of her head. Until then, it's at least pretty funny trying to teach my husband how to work a hair tie.


My Grocery Gal

Each day I try to do one learning activity and one out-of-the-house adventure with CeCe. Our new routine of grocery shopping combines those two things. I’ve learned that if I hand over the reins to my two-year-old, grocery shopping is like school.

First I print out CeCe’s shopping list. This is one of our usuals:

Her shopping cart is actually an $8 buy from Kroger. It included tiny cardboard boxes of play food, but we use it more for this functional purpose. It’s a good height for a toddler and gives CeCe so much freedom throughout the store:

Often we have produce on the list and I include the quantities we need so she can practice counting as well. She loves to take her marker and check items off as we shop:

I also let her hand over the Kroger card and help put away the bags. I want her to learn responsibility along with associating pictures with the actual objects, counting, manners and maybe a few sight words along the way. It also helps that aisles are numbered, so I tell her to find aisle 13 and she treats it like a scavenger hunt.

Grocery shopping is still a major chore, but these mini-trips are a great time for both of us. It takes MUCH longer than usual to get through the store, but if you have the patience, it’s worth the slow pace.


Princesses Don't Wear Pants

I respect my two-year-old's fashion choices. Dora nightgown with silver high-top sneakers? Sounds fab. Pink tights and the top half of her lion costume? Let's go to Target! But I can't get over the absolute refusal to wear bottoms. Because "princesses don't wear pants."

So thanks, Disney. CeCe was wearing a dress today that has gotten too small. My solution was to throw some shorts under it, and wham bam- adorable tunic ensemble. WRONG!

We had a WWF wrestling match in my living room over the shorts. She clutched her plastic tiara and bucked her legs around screaming "NO PANTS! IMMA PRIN-CESS!"

I desperately shuffled through our DVD collection and whipped out Aladdin, thrusting the cover in her eye line. "Look CeCe- Princess Jasmine wears pants!" Unless you can tell me wear to buy blue harem pants in 2T, I lost that battle.

Would it be that hard for Disney to put out a special edition series where Cinderella wears jeans? She's cleaning the house for heaven's sake, it would be completely realistic. Or maybe Sleeping Beauty throws on some sweatpants before she falls into her deep slumber.

I don't mind that CeCe likes playing princess. She also pretends to be a pirate, a dinosaur and a doctor on a regular basis. But this is the only fixation that has such fashion constraints. My plan is to buy two different Barbies and Frankenstein them together until I have a princess doll wearing a tiara, flannel shirt, tutu and skinny jeans underneath. Or maybe that's just what I'll wear next time we need to go out.

Apparently princesses don't wear shirts either. I give up.


Back in the Saddle

It's been a while since I've updated, which isn't to say life was boring. It's been anything but. I've thrown myself into building up I think it's come such a long way in a year, and continues to grow as we reach out to the Central Kentucky maternity community.

But now I'm ready to refocus and reopen this little corner of my life. My blog was my chance to ramble on about my pregnancy, then about my newborn, and now about my toddler. I'm jumping in to a new world of potty training, preschool learning and trying to come to grips with my daughter turning three.

So I will try to have more helpful, insightful or at least so-ridiculous-it's-kind-of-funny posts soon. Until then, here is a recent picture of the bear giving her best pageant smile: