Wordless Wednesday: The Toddler Tornado

There is nothing quite like the way a toddler can make a mess. In only a few short months, I will have 2 toddlers. I can only imagine how bad the mess will be then.

My clean, picked up living room! How it is "supposed" to look.

Another angle of my clean living room.

20-30 minutes after Tornado Ginny came into the living room.

Another picture of the effects of my toddler tornado.

I'll have to ask my husband,a meteorologist for the NWS, where this mess sits on the Fujita scale...merely an F1 or could it be an F3?

Peanut Butter as a Styling Gel

My toddler has never enjoyed it when I play with her hair or attempt to style it. Ginny's hair has lots of curls and wave. Combing her hair merely untangles it; it doesn't control it or make it look nice. Her hair has also reached that milestone of growing out where her bangs get in her face. My solution, particularly when we are going to be out in public, is to pull it back. Sometimes I wonder why I even attempt this feat. Often, whatever I do disappears in a matter of minutes.

Her hair can turn into a mess so quick that I am convinced that strangers at stores or church believe that I do not take care of my child. She often looks like such a ragamuffin with that mop of hair. Part of the problem is she loves to play by rubbing her head on objects. Obviously, Ginny does not make it easy for me.

Ginny after cleaning the peanut butter out of her hair!
She really looks way too pleased with herself.

Today she decided to give me a new challenge. She took things a bit further. After she woke and I got her dressed, I combed out her hair. Then, I pulled back the front of it and put a hair clip. We then went to the kitchen to eat. For breakfast, I gave her waffles with peanut butter and a sippy cup of milk. She adores this breakfast treat.

After the events of this morning, though, it may be her last time eating anything with peanut butter. For some reason, unknown to me, she decided to run her sticky peanut butter fingers through her hair...repeatedly. Sigh. I kept telling her to stop, but she couldn't understand what the problem was and continued. Her hair looked like a peanut buttery mess. Out came the wipes once breakfast was done, not for her face, but her hair.  I will say this, after having the peanut butter in her hair, it stayed in place.

At least I don't have to worry about this issue with Grace.  She barely has any hair. Then again, she is only 12-weeks-old and doesn't eat solids.

A Man Cave?? WTH?!?!?!

I have to admit that I do not always go with trends, much less understand them. 

Right now, I am having an issue with the current trend, the "Man Cave." Every 

time I hear the phrase I get greatly annoyed and my blood pressure goes up.

You see things about the "man cave" and hear about it a lot right now. Even
DIY Network has a show called "Man Caves." If you ever watch "House Hunters"
on HGTV, you will often hearing the man saying he needs his own space, his
own "man cave." And, each and every time I hear that, I think to myself, "What
the heck?"

Isn't the home and all the rooms in it for pretty much everyone? Since when do
men need their own special place in the home? I do not understand this concept
in the least. They are basically saying they need one whole room to themselves
so they can play, but it is only for men. It reminds me of being a child and the
boys building a fort and saying, "No Girls Allowed." Apparently, when some
men grow up, they don't get past this stage of development.

It seems quite selfish to me in so many ways. I share my home with my
husband. When we buy new furniture and decorate the home, we do so
together. If I had my way, I'm sure our home would look much more feminine
than it does now. Additionally, if my husband needs time to himself or wants
to watch a particular program, I make sure that happens for him, just as he
makes sure it happens for me.

Why is a cave necessary? Will this trend hopefully die? If not, then I have a
solution. I think us wives need to demand our own space if our husband comes
home and asks for a man cave. Fair is fair. Although, I'm not sure I like the
sound of that. I prefer a Female Haven. I've already got ideas on how I'll
design mine, if my husband ever demands his own Man Cave.

Female Haven by jayhawkmommy on Polyvore