A few nights back, to my horror, I saw my first white hair! Ugh! Though not scientifically proven, I believe this has to do with raising stubborn children. And of course, my first
spawn born, have a lot to contribute to this inevitable phenomenon of white hairs.
And yes, she still is obsessed with leggings. These are just some of the leggings we brought to Mindanao on our vacation.
And this is her, posing. This is her idea of posing. She practiced and practiced one-eyed winking for days and she finally perfected it. Mentor : Father dearest.
Me : Serves you right! I told you to stop lying down and rolling, be careful with the sea water it can get inside your ears! (Sa Bisaya pa, Tagam! Ingon bitaw ko, mag careful, dili mag cgeg ligid-ligid ug higda higda, masudlan nag tubig dagat imong dalunggan!) Hmm. My admonition doesn’t actually sound so bad in English.
I’m not a totally bad Mama, if I were, I’d just let her be, at least she’ll think twice “swimming and rolling”, no more sand-riddled hair, leggings and shirts. But as it is, she still thinks it’s a waste of time to let the sea and the sand be. For Mikaela, it is a must to roll and roll and flap arms like crazy and kick to your heart’s content on 3-inch-deep sea. At least she’s having a blast and I bet, good memories of this.
Anyhow, I tilted her head to the sides and told her to hop/jump and
whacked okay, softly hit her head to drain the seawater.
No more, funny “Hello! Hello? Hellllllllloooow!” holler from her. It’s her equally funny Pa swiping this line that had me laughing my head off one dusk swim later.
And here’s another one. A picture of my 3 kids. A picture of the 3 contributing factors on my hair turning white. A picture of the 3 loves of my life.
And of course, the still, one white hair. For now.