Random asterisks of time keeps on ticking ticking ticking
*MG cut her hair. Well, unlike when she was 3, she went to a haircutting place and someone else cut her hair. I'd made a reservation for her at the cutesy little kids' salon at the mall, but when she and RW got there, they realized she was way too old to squeeze into the little cars and watch a Dora video, so they cancelled the appointment and went upstairs to the grownup hair salon, which was so much cheaper that RW bought her a Webkinz with the difference.
*Now my daughter's hair is only about down to her shoulder blades and she looks around two years older than she did.
*She is on a campaign to get her ears pierced for her ninth birthday. We told her we'd consider it if she demonstrates some self-sufficiency in other areas of personal hygiene, since care for newly-pierced ears is no joke. So now she is a fiend for tooth-brushing and face-washing and even did her own bath and shampoo by herself the other day. This might not seem notable for most kids, but it is for her.
*Every time she brushes her teeth or hair or washes her face or performs some other evidence of competence in the taking-care-of-her-own-needs area, she says, "Am I getting closer to being ready for pierced ears? Am I?"
*Did I mention: NINTH BIRTHDAY!?
*Oy.
*RW got her a CD-ROM keyboarding tutorial out of the library, and now she is learning to type. Which is good because handwriting is an agony for her.
*We are trying to figure out how to rig up an old computer so that she can type at will, but doesn't have Internet access.
*The laptop on which I am writing this very post is a prime candidate.
*The other day we were driving around, and she was pretending to talk on her pretend cell phone (which is really an eraser). She informed me that the ringtone was "Money Money Money" and then proceeded to sing it in an undertone for a few seconds before pretending to pick up each call. It went like this: "Money money money, always funny, in a rich man's world...Hello? Oh, hi! Yes, a party, can you come? We're going to have sushi, and pizza, and ice cream...yes, on the beach! Okay, bye! [beat] Money money money, always funny, in a rich man's-- Hello?"
*Etc.
*I asked how she knew about ringtones, since RW and I both have cheap cell phones with just regular old rings. "I just do," she said.
*Then she asked if she can have a cell phone when she's a little older. "Maybe in a few years," I said. "When you're old enough to go places by yourself. But we might get you a cheap one with no ringtone too."
*"Don't worry," she said loftily. "When I'm older I'll get my own cell phone. And it will have a cool ringtone."
*Now my daughter's hair is only about down to her shoulder blades and she looks around two years older than she did.
*She is on a campaign to get her ears pierced for her ninth birthday. We told her we'd consider it if she demonstrates some self-sufficiency in other areas of personal hygiene, since care for newly-pierced ears is no joke. So now she is a fiend for tooth-brushing and face-washing and even did her own bath and shampoo by herself the other day. This might not seem notable for most kids, but it is for her.
*Every time she brushes her teeth or hair or washes her face or performs some other evidence of competence in the taking-care-of-her-own-needs area, she says, "Am I getting closer to being ready for pierced ears? Am I?"
*Did I mention: NINTH BIRTHDAY!?
*Oy.
*RW got her a CD-ROM keyboarding tutorial out of the library, and now she is learning to type. Which is good because handwriting is an agony for her.
*We are trying to figure out how to rig up an old computer so that she can type at will, but doesn't have Internet access.
*The laptop on which I am writing this very post is a prime candidate.
*The other day we were driving around, and she was pretending to talk on her pretend cell phone (which is really an eraser). She informed me that the ringtone was "Money Money Money" and then proceeded to sing it in an undertone for a few seconds before pretending to pick up each call. It went like this: "Money money money, always funny, in a rich man's world...Hello? Oh, hi! Yes, a party, can you come? We're going to have sushi, and pizza, and ice cream...yes, on the beach! Okay, bye! [beat] Money money money, always funny, in a rich man's-- Hello?"
*Etc.
*I asked how she knew about ringtones, since RW and I both have cheap cell phones with just regular old rings. "I just do," she said.
*Then she asked if she can have a cell phone when she's a little older. "Maybe in a few years," I said. "When you're old enough to go places by yourself. But we might get you a cheap one with no ringtone too."
*"Don't worry," she said loftily. "When I'm older I'll get my own cell phone. And it will have a cool ringtone."
posted by elswhere | 10:43 PM
2 Comments:
Holy guacamole! She's got such a personality!!!
MM has a Webkinz account, it's very very very strange.
Love that her "cool ringtone" is Abba! And also love the shift to the grown-up haircutting.
Also, ninth birthday = YIKES. As a veteran of bad-ear-piercing hygiene, I think you're on the right track. My ears were pierced and infected thrice during my ninth year, unfortunately. I waited until I was 22 to pierce again and now have two cartilage piercings in my left ear.
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