Monday, September 25, 2006

In the Pink


First my daughter did it to herself. Then I let her do it to her brother. Now, after some thought and consideration, I let her do it to me: I let her streak color thru my hair. Fuchsia.

Why? Because it's fun, it does no great harm to anyone, and it rockets me right to the top of the Cool Mom list among Tori and her friends.


When I say that, I don't mean that I want to be a teenager again (I wouldn't live thru those years again for all Bill Gates and Donald Trump's money combined!) Nor do I plan to be one of those moms who hangs out with the kids and pretends to be a friend instead of a parent. It's more about not making judgments and reinforcing trust between my daughter and me and, by extension, between me and Kriszii, Amanda, Mike and the rest of Tori's crew.

Most of the comments and reactions I've received have been predictable. A few got the idea that it was for fun and smiled or complimented me on having the guts to do it. Some were taken aback and didn't know what to say, so they said nothing. One or two actually commented that I was trying to look more like my son. (Well, let's face it: the kid looks so much like his Dad, it might be nice to have some sort of resemblance, even if it is artificially enhanced.)

My favorite reaction so far came from the football field yesterday. I was heading to my car to get something and as I entered the parking lot, a mom was walking in with a little girl of about 4 or 5 years old. The child pointed to my head and shouted, "Mommy, that lady has--" Immediately, Mom shushed the poor kid. I turned around, laughing, and said, "It's okay. She can say it." I mean, after all, it's not like I didn't know my hair was striped bright pink. Tori didn't exactly wait 'til I was asleep then sneak up on me with a comb full of fuchsia dye. Ah, well. This too shall fade...

Oh, and for the record: Wildcats 7 Lions 0 Wildcats record so far this year: W 2, L 1, T 0

Go Wildcats!!!

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Happy Anniversary, Filippo!


20 years. I'm kinda stunned by the idea. I've been married to Phil for 20 years now. According to tradition, 20 years is the China Anniversary or, modernized, the Platinum Anniversary. For me, it's another day to remind my husband how much I love him, how much we've accomplished together, what we still have to look forward to.

20 years. Odd, it feels like just a few years have gone by, and yet at the same time, I feel like we've been together a lifetime. (Maybe because we have.)

20 years. How do we do it? Beats me. Maybe it's simply that we love each other and we try to never let anything else get in the way of that love. Or maybe it's more like how Phil put it to me first thing this morning: "We're demented and pathetic." Or maybe it's a little of both.

Whatever caused it, thanks to my dear hubby who makes each day perfect just by being beside me. He makes me laugh, makes me crazy, and loves me...regardless. He's the best thing that ever happened to me and I sure am glad he's mine!

Friday, September 8, 2006

Childrearing 101

So I'm sitting in a restaurant the other night with my kids, enjoying a leisurely dinner before football practice. Halfway through our meal, two women walk in with four children between them. The oldest is probably twelve, the youngest...maybe two years old. Naturally, the moment he's strapped into the restaurant's high chair, the toddler begins to throw a tantrum. He screams, he whines, he throws his toys.

I can tell the mom's just not handling his behavior well at all. Perhaps he's been like this all day (in which case, why would anyone take him out to a restaurant?) or perhaps he's normally an angel and she's never had to deal with a meltdown before (which I seriously doubt). She tries giving the child some crayons. Thunk, thunk, thunk! They wind up soaring point-first into the wall. She offers him a bottle, he throws it on the floor. No matter what distraction she dreams up, this kid is having none of it.

Now I don't know about the rest of you, but when my kids were that age and pulled that sort of nonsense, I would pick them up and leave the restaurant (leaving the "good" kids with the second adult). We'd go outside or to the car and I would try to get the child to calm down. If (s)he decided to behave, we would return inside and enjoy our meal together. If not, there was no way I'd subject other people to my child's tantrum. But what did this mom do?

She waited until the waiter arrived to take their orders and then told the child, "If you don't stop that right now, the waiter's going to yell at you."

Nice. Make some innocent stranger out to be the Bogeyman. And I'll bet the poor guy didn't even get a decent tip.