Elsa's Braid, Sort Of

Mondays are usually pretty quiet days for us.  After dropping Love-bug at school, my 3 year old and I usually stay in so I can take care of things at home (chores, online banking, phone calls, etc.).  However, we always make time for play.  Today, typical of many days since we've seen the movie Frozen, Sunshine has been obsessed with the song "Let It Go".  She heard a father at this morning's school drop off mention that he would play the song for his daughter in the car, so she asked to hear it.  She usually does her performances a capella, but today it was done to music, courtesy of YouTube.  In between her performances, she asked to have her hair in one side braid, like Elsa wore hers when she let her hair down in the movie.  This was not the first time she's asked for hair like Elsa or Anna (the main characters), but today I decided to give it a try.  I explained that her hair may not be long enough to look exactly like Elsa's, but the sad look on her face made me determined to make it work.  I think it came out pretty cute and she was very happy with it!  I thought I'd document it in case anyone has a similar request from their little one who doesn't have enough hair, or if you're not able to french braid to accomplish Elsa's exact hairstyle.

Convenient Cry

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My girls, like the true drama queens they are, don’t really think there’s an inconvenient time to cry.  My 6 year old is starting to feel that there are times where crying is not the thing she wants to do, but sometimes it happens anyway.  And when that happens, it will be a quiet cry, sometimes with her face buried.  Although, at home, she cries out loud with abandon.  My 3 year old will cry out loud anytime, anywhere.  I often wonder how old I was when I decided that I didn’t want to cry publicly.  Have you ever thought about that?  I’m not talking about funerals and such.  I mean those times when something is on your mind that causes you to be emotional when you think about it, but you’re at work or driving your kids somewhere and it’s just not the time to start crying.

Tearful Checkup

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Here's the story of how my daughters' annual checkups went, last Fall.  I took Sunshine by herself one day while her older sister was at school.  She was due for a vaccine and a blood draw, which needless to say was not pleasant for either of us.

About a week later, I took Love-bug for her checkup.  Sunshine was with us.  Love-bug kept asking if she was going to get a shot, but I reassured her that she wouldn't this time.  However, she did end up needing to get blood drawn.  Love-bug was not happy, but tried to be brave.  Sunshine was growing increasingly concerned.  She went from sitting in a chair by herself to sitting in my lap whimpering, as I sat next to Love-bug on the examining table holding her hand.