So, my wife Misti didn’t wake up our youngest daughter Isabell this morning, which resulted in a crabby little girl wanting Mommy. Daddy had to tickle her until she got into a better mood. However, Bell not getting up with the other girls does create two big problems. First of all, this makes Daddy responsible for choosing all of her clothes, which is fine for the most part, actually, Bell likes Daddy choosing her clothes out because she gets to wear whatever she wants. It’s great fun! Daddy sometimes even gets caught up in the excitement of his smiling little girls face when we find just the right clothes, it makes Daddy so proud of himself for successfully dressing her. This feeling of accomplishment only lasts so long though, because Mommy eventually comes home and sees what I’ve dressed her in. This usually results in a very demeaning experience for Daddy, because Mommy makes comments like, “That’s what you dressed her in?!” or “You can’t put a flowered pattern with polka dots!” Whatever that means, I guess I never got the little girl dressing memo on that one. Or, my all time favorite, or not so favorite I guess, is the one where Mommy makes this comment in front of a teacher, “Daddy dressed you today, didn’t he?!” That in my opinion, is betrayal in its truest form. However, You’ll be happy to know that these attacks on Daddy’s sense of fashion never actually deter him from dressing Bell in whatever she wants. For example, today once again she wore the brown polka dot shirt, with the Hawaiian flowered skirt, with purple socks halfway up to her knees and hot pink shoes. She looked very cute and no Misti, she does not look like Punky Brewster!
This however, was not the only issue we ran into. The other problem has to do with Bell’s hair. This is an area that I will admit to having no expertise in. Today, she wanted me to put a clip in it like Mommy does!? I tried to fake this by pulling some hair aside and clipping it only to receive a, “Not like that Daddy!” from Bell. Then, as if the clip wasn’t bad enough, she started pulling out rubber bands from the drawer! So, as a loving Daddy, I felt obligated to give it a try. I grabbed a bunch of hair and made a pony tail on one side, then grabbed a bunch of hair and put a pony tail on the other side. Yes, it was a little un-even, but I thought I’d done a decent job. Bell didn’t agree, in fact she looked in the mirror, frowned some, then gave me a disapproving look and sighed these words, “Maybe we should just brush my hair today.” So I took the rubber bands out, brushed her hair and told her how pretty she was, which always makes her happy. My son Logan and I then sent her off on the bus to school with her new Barbie folder in hand…. Stupid Barbie and her perfect blonde, flowing pony tail, as if that’s true to reality!
They should make a Barbie with bed head hair like Bell’s, or as I like to call it, “Crazy Hair”! That would be more true to reality! Anyway, all ranting and raving aside, I think Bell got sent off to school successfully dressed and groomed today. I’m pretty sure though that Mommy will not agree with my assessment, but like Daddy always says, “If it makes my little diva Bella, Bell happy, I’m happy!”
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