Last August, we went and got SD's hair cut. She loved it, and she had fun going to the salon (a hip place called Birds Barbershop, which is kind of quirky and fun and very hip). Well, now that BM has popped out another sprog, her sister and mother are in town. Tonight, SD told SO on the phone that she couldn't go to Birds anymore because "barber shops aren't for little girls, they're for men". SO explained that it was just the name of the salon, and that Birds is for everyone. SD replied, "They ruined my hair." :jawdrop:

We purchased a new couch this afternoon. Naturally, with that, we had to move our old couch into the garage until we could get it sold or bulk collections takes it away. There was a lot of opening and closing of the front and back doors as we were moving things in and out, and we told SD to stay either upstairs, in the kitchen, or in the dining room until we were done. Naturally, she decided not to do that, and was standing directly in front of the front door as I swung it open. The door hit her hard in the face. She told me that she was okay, then went to go cry in her room.

The custody arrangement for Christmas is that the week up to and including Christmas Day and on into noon on the 26th, one parent has SD. On the 26th at noon until school resumes after New Year’s Day, the other parent has SD. SD gets two Christmases, one on the day, and then one at noonish on the 26th when she comes to the other parent’s house. Well, this year, we get the first half, since we had the second half last year.

So, I've been reading others' accounts of their relationships with their skids, and I feel like I might be doing something wrong...