Ninja Girl

R. ran into my office last night with this bucket on her head. I said, "Why do you have a bucket on your head, silly girl?" Then I wondered to myself how the hell she got it on her head in the first place much less what MADE her put it on her head. But she's 3, so I guess that answers that. She exclaimed, "I'm a Ninja!" The minds of kids, nevermind a scarf or bandana, lets use a bucket!

And speaking of R., as you can see from the picture, her hair is pretty long. She can't stand hairbows of ANY kind. No barrettes, ribbons, clips, headbands (well, except Ninja ones), or rubberbands. This is much to my dismay for two reasons. One being I have two boys, and though I'm not a girly-girl, I have waited a very long time to be able to play with my little girl's hair. Not gonna happen. She barely lets me brush it. Which bring me to point number two. She hates the hairbrush, unless she gets to do it, which I'm sure you can imagine isn't going to help. The main reason she hates this morning ritual is that most of the time there is food, dried up, caking her hair. Sticky stuff that well, hurts to brush out. So now she will allow me to put her hair up in a bun (which looks absolutely adorable by the way) to keep her hair from falling into her food. But then it comes right out when she is done. Last night she wanted pudding so I was pulling her hair up and I said, "There you go, you look so pretty." She replies, "I don't want to look pretty, I want to be ugly." That must be the tomboy in her talking. "No, no, you could never be ugly." I remind her. "Mommy, you are pretty ugly." she says with a smile. I think she thought it was a compliment. Yea, thanks, let me pull that rubberband a little tighter.