Life is full of short Shorts

 

If you've been here for a few weeks,

you know I've been making lots of Dana's shorts

 

 

Well, until very recently Pu, my oldest

 was done with my stitches.

 

So I made some shorts for the 1.5 year old.

 

Guess who stole them?

 

Guilty.

(She's also wearing a Me-made dress

 that only a month ago

gave her emotional herpes)

 

One of the fun things about working from a

pattern is that one can custom fit.

I made this pair a size 4 to give my diapered tot

lots of room during diaper change.

And this suits skinny Minnie just fine.

 

 

A tight squeeze if you ask me,

but now suddenly everyone may wear them

instead of just Yu.

 

 

Oh yah, there were two pairs :)

 

 

In other earth shattering/ breaking news:

Pu has been haranguing me for the past few

weeks to chop off her hair.

Her long, beautiful curled at the end baby hair.

(sniff)

 

We talked about it.

I suggested we go slow and cut it gradually

knowing that this little person doesn't like big change.

 

She said no.

I said "really?!?"

She said "go for it",

over and over.

 

It IS her hair after all.

And, then it was over in one minute.

 

 

 

The tears lasted for about sixty.

But now she's "used to it" and glad.

I tried to use the life is full of bad haircuts,

big changes, unexpected results logic.

And some snuggles.

 

I figured, that this would be a good mistake

 to make.

Not serious, totally recoverable,

and possibly teachable.

 

Because, these are the mistakes we want

our kids to make.

The little ones, that feel big.

The ones that don't matter,

but have impact that feels meaningful.

 

So later, when the profound choices come,

and the consequences have potential for

significant resonance,

our Little one's have had some practice.

They have some resilience.

 

They can handle it.

They can recover.

 

As they grow, they get another chance

to do it all over again,

differently.





 

Or maybe they do the exact same thing

because they can look change in the eye

and say...

"bring on the surprise,

nothing a little time and growth can't fix."

 

Rollin', rollin', rollin', keep them doggies rollin'...

I got a new bike.

This makes me VERY happy.

 

I cried when I sold my old bike.

It was so beautiful that I wanted to make

sweet sweet love to it, but it was so heavy

I couldn't actually ride it.

 

Which is a draw back for a bike. 

 

 

And so,

with Pu gaining some bike riding moves,

and the Sweetie game to drag the other 2

up all the hills in the Chariot bike trailer.

We had our first family ride.

 

Then later just Pu and I went rollin'

and I became the shepherd for the big girl.

 

 

So, she 'needed' some bike shorts

for our mommy and me bike riding adventures.

 

It feels so vulnerable riding

with little kids in the city.

My first ride with Pu on a carless street,

on a bike route, being super safe and responsible-

we got honked at.

 

It was just one grumpy dude,

but it rattled my cage.

In my head I flipped him the bird.

 

One of the drawbacks of being a

'role model' (eye roll) is I have to curb all

my agro desires and flip the bird on the inside.

 

Who honks at a six year old?!

 

When I grew up in a small town, my bike

was totally my ticket to adventure.

I went everywhere and had total freedom.

No helmet, back for dinner, and then out again.

 

 

Not for this one, or the Little's who come next.

If I could sew them a bubble wrap space suit...

 

I felt like I was playing high stakes poker

with her little brains.

Don't smash them on the road!!

Assume everyone is nuts and trying to kill you!!

Every pot hole is your enemy!!

Was that bunny looking at you funny?!?

 

 

That was my inside voice.

On the outside I was all

 

"Nice moves raw hide."

And then I wiped my brow.