Decision Time

I’ve not been happy with my hair for a while. The length is fine, and I’ve gotten accustomed to the fact that it will do what it wants to. The problem is the color. I get foils every 3 months or so, so it’s not my actual color you see. Naturally, I’m quite grey upfront and an ugly mouse ash brown in the back.

I’ve had a variety of red, brown, and occasionally blonde foils added to my hair. I think I’m just sick of the entire process in that it doesn’t STAY. I started going grey at 25, so maybe after 32 years, I have finally come to grips with the fact that I have some grey hair.

No more foils; I’m just going to let it all grow out, and periodically get it cut back until the foils are gone from my hair. This is how it looks today.

Let’s see how this progresses.

B is for Boogers

I’ll come right out with it. I have some cold/allergy/virus thing going on right now. While the ‘output’ may not be huge, it is bothersome.

This leads me to a story about this (formerly) small person.
On one morning drive to day care, while she was doing her two-year-old car seat chatter, Sarah had a huge noisy sneeze. Sneezes happen, so I didn’t think anything of it, other than to say “Gesundheit!”. Plus I had some nasty traffic to deal with.

After a bit, I noticed that it was very quiet in the backseat. I took a quick look over my shoulder to look at Sarah. Her face was covered in green boogers from her nose to her chin. And she had the happiest smile on her face. She was quite pleased with her accomplishment.

I quickly pulled over, got out and cleaned her up. How deep were her sinuses to hold all that snot? It took all the tissues in my purse, plus some McDonald’s napkins that were floating around my front seat to get Sarah’s face clean.

After that, I always checked to see Sarah’s nasal state immediately after she sneezed. I think I still do, and she’s 16 now.

When was the last time you were embarrassed by boogers?

Children Learn What They Live: Adrian Peterson and Rethinking Childhood Discipline

I have some sympathy for Adrian Peterson of the Vikings, as he was disciplining his children the way he was disciplined by his family. He has said as much. We all know that children learn by watching adults, and it’s not surprising to me that someone who hasn’t had (or made) the space to think about childrearing and discipline winds up disciplining the same way he was. He’s young enough and his life has centered around football for so long, he hasn’t developed the maturity it takes to be a parent.

Now, he is charged with the abuse of his child. I can imagine there’s confusion in his mind — switching is what he got as a child. Was that child abuse back then? Were his parents child abusers? Are they now also considered child abusers? It’s a hard place to be, acknowledging that your parents would be considered child abusers in today’s world and that you too are now considered a child abuser by the law because you were raising your children the way you were raised. His parents were probably tough disciplinarians (like their parents) but they loved and wanted the best for Adrian, too.

Adrian Peterson has a lot of thinking and reconciling to do. He is learning, the hard way, that switching is not how you discipline kids. The court will probably “give” him that opportunity to think and learn and reconcile. May he mature, and become a better parent and learn effective disciplinary methods.

There are more Adrian Petersons out there, male and female. They don’t attract the attention like a professional football player. But hopefully they will take note of Adrian Peterson’s situation, take it to heart, and also work to be a better disciplinarian, before they wind up opening the door to a Child Protective Officer.