seven years of pink

For Hazel’s seventh birthday today…

YES!!! Hazel is SEVEN!!!

But back to the story…for Hazel’s seventh birthday today what she wanted more than anything was a day in her mama’s chair at her mama’s salon. And what she wanted most of all was pink hair.

Of course, she would. Because she is Hazel and she is a lot of pink. No, not the girly, girl kind of pink with ruffles and lace and bows.

No.

Not Hazel.

Hazel is a sassy pink, a brassy pink. She’s a pink that you can’t help but notice…even if the last thing that she wants is for you to notice. But you can’t help but notice this girl, this pink girl.

So, because it is her seventh birthday, and her (currently) purpled hair mama gets her pink little girl, she delivered.

The perfect pink for a girl with so much brass

and sass

and sassafrass.

So much like your (currently) purpled hair mama and more.

Happy SEVENTH birthday Hazel Faye, our gloriously pink girl.

and just like that, a new tooth fairy is born

When Hollie was in first grade, she literally was the only first grader, at least at Athenour Elementary School, who had not lost a tooth. You can’t imagine how hard this was on her…or on her parents who thought that something was wrong. But the family dentist assured us that all was good. In fact, he told us it was better to lose the baby teeth late rather than early. Still the shame of it, to be the only first grader in Mrs. Miller’s class to not be flashing a toothless smile. Until that fateful day when, miracle of miracles, Hollie lost her very first tooth just two months shy of her 7th birthday.

Thus began the long and illustrious career of our family circus’ tooth fairy. He was good at his job too…creative, consistent and he looked good in that pink tutu too.

Fast forward years and years later and here we have been with poor Hazel Faye, literally the only first grader in the whole wide world, in the universe even, who had not lost a tooth. You can’t imagine the stress, frustration and resignation as she imagined that she would NEVER lose a tooth.

Toothless at last!! And a little more than a week before she turns 7 too. Oh happy day!

Yes, and just like that, a new tooth fairy was born.

A pretty generous tooth fairy, the elder tooth fairy grumbled. Turns out the newborn tooth fairy found herself with no singles but being a quick thinking, creative tooth fairy, she decided $5 was fair for the first. She even managed to convey that message to Hazel Faye too. She might be young and new at this job, but it seems that she is a creative and quick thinking as the elder tooth fairy. Still, he grumbles, she needs to stock up on some tooth fairy currency. Because nothing sucks more than hitting every open store after 10PM trying to get change including a golden dollar coin. That might have happened one time to the elder tooth fairy.

Congratulations, Hazel Faye! You are even more adorable toothless!

kids, here are 10 things I may or may not have told you

You made me cry…a lot

Hollie and me – 1987. No apologies for the hair and glasses because 1987.

I wanted that last piece of pie…cake…cookie

Hollie, Zoë and me, 1992. Yes, those are matching Christmas sweaters. A gift. Funny how my darling husband didn’t receive one.

It hurt.

Hollie, Zoë, Abby and me, 1994. One child might never forgive me for this picture.

I was always afraid…still am…don’t judge, especially if you are not my child.

Hollie, Zoë, Abby, Jodie and us, 1996. Apparently we didn’t realize just how busy we were then as people told us ALL THE TIME that “we must be busy.

I know that I am not perfect.

And the Family Circus is completed, 2002. Also the year where any doubts of me being a perfect Mother were solidly squashed. Have a teenager and you will understand.

I watched you as you slept…still do.

Hollie, 1990

I carried you a lot longer than nine months.

Zoë, 1998

It broke my heart every time you cried.

Abby, 1997

I put you first.

Jodie, 1999

I would do it all over again…times five…to the infinity power.

Daniel, 2008

Kids, I can’t begin to express my gratitude that I get to be your Mother, Mommy, Mom, times five…to infinity and beyond.

I thank you all for calling me Mama, Mommy, Mom, Mommy Dearest, OMG-Mom, Mother; and, thank you , for needing me, teaching me, forgiving me, loving me, accepting me, modeling me and, most of all, amazing me because I get to say that I am Mom to these five remarkable people.

BONUS!! I have to say that I must be a pretty okay mom because these two perfectly, exquisite children  call me Mima…and give the best hugs.

 

not work if you don’t love it

Hat tip to the grocery clerk and everyone in line at a local grocery store here in the Central Valley who let this moment happen.

And a bow with a flourish to the lady who was Hazel’s first customer and took the time to give her a $2 tip as Hazel, mom and little sister were loading up their own groceries to head home.

no weasels were teased in this post

You can knit a kitten mittens
And perhaps that cat would purr.
You could fit a fox with socks
That exactly matched his fur.
You could make a goat a coat with a collar trimmed in mink
Or give a pig a wig
In a dainty shade of pink.
But never tease a weasel;
This is very good advice.
A weasel will not like it
And teasing isn’t nice!

A long, long time ago in a land far, far away called Mooncrest I literally read this book so many times that I had memorized it.

Never Tease A Weasel was a favorite of my brothers and sister. There were so many reasons to love this book in both the words and images. Bold, bright colors and wonderful rhymes that clearly paint a picture of all the reasons why we should never tease a weasel because it’s fun to be friends with a weasel instead. Yes, I read this to Randy, Billy and Valerie so many times to the point that the eminently repeatable refrains did become a part of  my familiar quotations.

A very familiar Mom-quote especially for this Fab Four. Growing up, they heard far too many times that they should never tease a weasel…or a sister…because teasing isn’t nice. And they often would roll their eyes because honestly Mom what does a weasel have to do with me teasing my sister anyway? Years later it has become a memory the four of them share and often laugh about…their mom telling them not to tease a weasel (there I’ve said it thrice!). Where in the world did that come from really they wondered out loud recently?

So of course I had to find the book because my grand babies need to learn that it is okay to knit a kitten mittens, give a moose some juice or bake a drake a cake…along with understanding that teasing is not nice.

If only I could find the original 1964 edition that doesn’t cost $30-60 or more.