Friday, May 16, 2008

The Return..

I knew it was coming. I had this feeling in the pit of my stomach. A mother just knows these things. I knew it was too good to be true.

My punk went back to being a punk.

He did it before. I am sure he will again. It is hair. It will grow back and I am all about "letting him be his own person, blah, blah, blah"
Truth is...YES, Zach...I hate it. But, it isn't my head.

And I think he forgets too, it is a pain in the ass to take care of. I hate buying hair glue by the gallon. I hate having to listen to my mother tell me how much she hates it. Hey, you know what mom?? I hated when my brother Marty dyed his hair blue. Remember that one? And after he washed it a few times it faded and turned green? Then his dark hair grew back in and it looked all salt and pepper. Good times.

I think he will quickly remember when he sleeps with that crap in his hair and all flakes off like he shedding his cocoon, that this is a pain in the ass.


whatever. I let him do it. I tell myself there are 100 other MUCH worse things he could be doing, instead of listening to music too loud and putting me in a head lock. So, I deal. What is my choice, right?

And please note the cute little cookie cutting his hair.

That is Katie. Take a curtsy to the blogsphere, Katie. Say hi to everyone. This is Zach's ummmmm friend. Or so he tells me. They are just hanging out. PU-Lease. I am not a moron. I did see the hickey, people. Zach, you do know I was 16 once...WITH YOUR FATHER. Sheesh.

And if he doesn't find her great I am gonna beat him with a shovel. She is sweet, loves her mom ( big selling point there for me), smart, personable. What is not to like?
And now? They have matching punkness hair. Skank on! ( which is a type of dance, non-punk people. It is not a derogatory term)

I just have this vision of our discussion in 20 years...

Zach: Mom, you were really cool to let me jack up my hair like that...but boy, do I look stupid!

A girl can dream, right??


Robin L said...

lol With my son I had to learn to pick my battles, which is exactly what your doing. Hair is hair and yes it will grow back. There are many other things that ARE worse. Matt wanted an ear ring and tatoo and I said no but if you still want them at 18 Ill pay for them. He had changed his mind (thank god!) and Im sure the Navy is greatful lol Oh by the way whats a hickey? I never heard of it before (incert innocent face) Have a great weekend dear!!!!
Welcome Katie!

Jennifer said...

I am so not looking forward to the teen years myself. But, you're right, hair is hair, and it will grow back.

Creative Junkie said...

I really admire your attitude and I hope I'm the same if/when this happens with my kids ... I definitely have trouble picking and choosing my battles. You sound like a pretty cool mom!

Juliana said...

You have a good perspective on things! Like a previous commenter said, you've got to pick your battles.

I've never heard of hair glue, but it makes sense that the hair would need some help maintaining that shape!

michellewaite1 said... thing you can alter without a scar. I want to color my hair different colors when I start to gray. Great pictures.

Victoria said...

I can't stand to use gels, or sprays, so I have to think that if anyone is willing to put up with it they can dye their hair what ever they want and cut it how ever they want. It only stops growing back after another 20+ years, so have fun while you have the hair to play with! :)

AfriDigiDiva said...

Those are the coolest photos! Don't worry, this too shall pass.

robin bird said...

oh i can't believe i wasn't here since friday!? This is a great post Heidi. You have such a 'unique' way of describing your children. All smart aleck one minute and gooey love struck the next. This post should be on the cover of Parent's Magazine with an article titled; 'How To Love Your Kids In Spite Of The Mistakes They Make'. your photos are also really fabulous too.
p.s. i loved, laughed and whooped at your comment on my Ruby Rat post! Just to give you an update... there is this god awful smell emanating from a hole in the ground that was once a cozy little cottage for Ruby and her rug rats... uh oh.... good riddance eh?
love you!