Books and Hair News

I'm Dirty! I Stink!

When we go to the library I always peruse the kids’ new-books section. The books probably aren’t all that new since our library is the size of a shoebox and hardly ever gets new books but hey, it’s close enough to walk to so we don’t complain! I look for books that are interestingly illustrated FOR ME. Not for Bug but for me. Why? Because I like to dissect how the illustrator created them. Did they use watercolor? Pencil? Dry brush? Is it printed in pantone or process? Woodcut? Stamping? I learn a lot about illustration from kids books.

My second rule for what books we check out is whether or not the books have too many words on a page. Just like my rule for ordering a latte at Starbucks, if you can say it in five words or less it’s better. While I like the idea of reading chapter books to Bug someday, we are unfortunately still at the less-is-more stage of her attention span. I hate reading books to her at night that have paragraphs and paragraphs on each page. She gets bored easily and next thing I know she’s climbing over my head and nobody’s getting sleepy besides me. If they rhyme, even better.

dig in

Once in a while we find the perfect book. Not too many words and amazing illustrations for me. Sometimes Bug likes that book too and than we read it over and over and over multiple times every night. Right now we are totally besotted with the I Stink books by Kate and Jim McMullan. We have two of them checked out from the library, I’m Dirty and I Stink.

trash compacting

They’re so funny. They have rhythm. They are fun to read and look at. I think I need to start an Amazon wish list for Bug and put these books on it because she just can’t get enough of them. She walks around using the phrases from the book. It’s I-Stink-mania around here lately.

It’s kind of funny that Bug should be so in love with such boyish books right now since she just recently informed me that her “asteroid shoes” (the faux Vans with TI Invaders on them that I think are downright adorable…) are for boys. Hmph! I said. I like your asteroid shoes. But she will not wear them. She still likes green over pink but she will only wear her flowery “Easter” shoes that Gramma Sugar bought her. Whatever. Kids will be kids. I’m guessing my days of dressing her as a tomboy are numbered…or are they? Who knows.

sittin' pretty

The other day when we got our hair cut, I was mildly amused that she wanted her hair curled like a princess. Since when does she like princess hair? Maybe that trip to Barbie-land rubbed off on her.

before

As you can see, I needed some princess hair myself. Or at least I felt like I needed a hair cut or something. After I was at the salon and my favorite hairdresser pretty much told me that my hair is healthy and only needed one tiny millimeter cut off, I realized that maybe it’s not my hair that is the problem but instead the hair-wearer. But nonetheless, a trip to the hair dresser was needed if only for the shampoo massage!

after

After my hair was all cut (which took about five minutes) my hair dresser curled my hair with a fancy-dancy pink armless curling iron. It was quite tricky to work and she had to use some sort of glove-mitt thing to hold the hair on it. It looked like a major pain in the neck but I let her do it because I figured I should get my money’s worth. Haircuts are not cheap!

all done!

I’ve never had my hair curled like this. It made me feel all feminine and fluffy. I wanted to flounce about and have a tea party. One of these days I’m going to remember to get a haircut before I have to go somewhere. It’s such a shame that this nice hairstyling was wasted on the grocery store. But such is life.

princess

Pretty hair was not wasted on Bug though. Everywhere we go is an event for her. The grocery store especially. She loves shopping with her little cart. Everyone stops to say hi to her and tell her she’s cute. She eats it all up while I roll my eyes and prompt her to say “thank you.” It’s only good manners after all.

She’s pretty good about saying thank you. She just waves and says, “thanks.” Probably in defiance of me. But that’s okay. At least she isn’t throwing herself down on the floor or hiding in the detergent aisle like she did that one time when the little cart was missing. She loves that cart. If I wasn’t such a stickler about clutter, I’d buy her a little cart to push around the house. But I’m not going there. Nope. We have enough stuff for her to bang around the house. I have bruises on my legs to prove it.

curl girls

So that’s that. We are happy curl girls. Or at least we were for about 1.5 hours. That’s how long I lasted before I put my mop in a ponytail and Bug’s curls fell out because she inherited her dad’s stick straight hair.

blah!

I’d write more but it’s almost 2 am and no matter how hard I try to come up with a neat ending, it’s just not going to end neatly. So Blah. We’ll end it with that.

Gone Fishin’

where's Bug?

My dad and brother decided to take an unpaid vacation this week. They are long-haul truckers who spend six days a week driving from one side of the country to the other. It’s not an easy job but it pays the bills. They hardly ever get to see their family because they run long and hard. Taking a week off is probably not the smartest thing to do during these difficult economic times but it is a good idea when you’re so fed up with working that you feel like quitting. Hopefully after a week of rest and relaxation they will be in better spirits.

modeling Aunti Lo's red coat

Bug and I rest and relax all the time but that doesn’t mean we didn’t hop in the car quick as a bunny and rush out to the sticks to enjoy their R&R time with them. A fishing trip! Some lawn-mowing! Sign us up!

relaxing

wee fishergirl

The lake was so pretty. I haven’t been here since I was a kid and it immediately brought back memories of camping and kicking up dust. Camping in the desert is a lot different from camping up in Northern California but it’s still pretty. There aren’t as many trees and you can’t find any moss outside of the scary pit bathrooms but it’s still quite serene and beautiful.

My Dad used to take my brother and me fishing here. I don’t think I’ve ever caught a fish at this lake though. Maybe they don’t exist. Though I know they do because the guy next to us caught five big fat bass and a guy across the lake caught two. But we didn’t catch anything. We never do.

caught a rock

We caught some rocks…

catching a log

…and a log.

patience is a virtue

But the most important thing about this trip was that Bug got to fish with Papa. She’s been fishing with her Uncle George and that was really fun but fishing with Papa (my Dad) is special. All of us kids have stories about fishing with Papa.

Big Lake, Little Fishergirl

My Dad LOVES fishing. He fishes every chance he gets. Sometimes he stops along the side of the road while he’s trucking and fishes. He could tell you tales all night long about the trout he’s caught and the people he’s met while fishing. I don’t know how many times he’s forced me taste some stinky piece of fish that he cooked in a pan over a campfire because he’s sure that I’ll like it if I just give it a chance.

Gramma and kids

I never do. I can’t stand the taste of fish. But I do like fishing. I just like letting them go again better. Fishing is fun. Eating fish is for the birds, or the cats. I get much more enjoyment out of watching my cat eat the fish I’ve caught than I’d ever get out of the choicest piece of salmon. I don’t care what kind of fancy sauce you put on it. It all tastes like fish to me. Even tuna out of a can. Blagh!

Anyway. Fishing! Fishing is fun!

fishing is so boring

Except when you’re ten and the fish aren’t biting. Then it’s reeeeeeaaaaaallly really boring. But then everything is boring when you’re ten. I remember.

picnic

digging in

me

Now that I’m older (and fatter and lazier) I’m inclined to think that the best part of fishing (and camping) is the eating-outdoors part. There is nothing like a big fat picnic next to a lake when you’re starving. Fried chicken, German potato salad, fruit salad, freshly-sliced avocados… YUM!

CC and my mom made all the food. I was supposed to make cookies but I was too busy doing something else and I thought we wouldn’t need them. Who needs cookies when you have enough fruit salad to feed an army? I guess I forgot how much energy you use up when you are running up and down the shore fetching things and untangling fishing lines. We did need those cookies and missed them sorely.

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So we fished and we fished and we fished. “And we caught no fishes!” (That’s a line from Sunday School song.) But it was all good.

twilight fishers

The sun went down and suddenly we remembered that it’s still March and not July. We huddled under coats as long as we could take it and then packed up for home.

hi!

It was a great day. Just like my Dad always says, “The worst day fishin’ is still better than the best day workin’.”