Royal hair

I didn’t put Ella’s hair up as usual yesterday. Nothing to do with wanting to make a fashion statement. She was so uncooperative that morning that – when she would not stand still to let me brush her hair – I refused to waste any more time on getting her ready to go.

As I was cooking dinner last night, Ella wandered into the kitchen and thoughtfully said:

Ella – Mum, I think I’m turning into a princess.
Me [trying not to laugh] – You think you’re turning into a princess?!
Ella – Yes. Because my hair is growing so long. That’s why I am going to be a princess.

Why oh why did I not make that hair dresser’s apointment when she seemed happy to have her hair cut to shoulder lenght, like her best friend’s? Now she seems convinced that her hair will be her ticket to becoming royalty, I have definitely missed that window of opportunity.

Fairy lady beetles

On the bike riding home:

Ella – You know mum, I saw a lady beetle at daycare today!
Me – Oh wow.
Ella – And do you know what colour it was.
Me – I do know.
Ella – No, I’ll tell you what colour it was. It was orange. With black spots.
Me – Yeah, most lady beetles are orange or red with black spots.
Ella – And there are some special beetles. They are purple and pink.
Me – Wow, purple and pink. I’ve never seen those.
Ella – No, that’s because they are scared of people. They are special lady beetles and they only come when it’s dark. And they have little torches. And the torches have littel wings and they can fly!
Ella – Only I know that, mum. Camilla doesn’t know that. Because I thinked it in my head.

Love is a hot topic at the moment

Ella – I love you more than the world… [Pause] And the furniture!

Glad to know that contents are included.

Self-esteem is not an issue

As I was carrying Ella to bed after a long day:

Ella – No one is as beautiful as me!
Me – Oh, I think there are kids that are as beautiful as you, Ella.
Ella – Na-ah!
Me – I’m sure there are kids that are as beautiful as you.
Ella – Na-ah! Because they don’t have this pretty dress.
Me – There are other kids with the same dress, you know. They can buy it at the shop.
Ella – But then they won’t know the right size!
Ella and me simultaneously – But they can try it on.
Ella – And then they have to make sure it is this long. [Gets up to show where the hem of the dress is]

I think it is going to take a little while longer for her to realise that she is not god.

Rosemary and hair

I sent Ella outside with her scissors to go cut me a sprig of Rosemary. When she hadn’t returned after what seemed like an awfully long time, I stuck my head out and asked what she was doing.

The answer was: “Cutting my hair.”

So I rushed over to grab the scissors off her and walked away saying quite angrily that she was not allowed to use them anymore, which of course made her cry.

It only took me a minute to realise that a) she looked hilarious and b) my emotive reaction probably wasn’t fair fair on her, so I asked her:

Me – Ella, did you know that you’re not allowed to cut your own hair?
Ella – No.
Me – Well, you aren’t. When we want our hair cut, we go to the hairdresser.
Ella – Why?
Me – Because they are really good at it. And we’re not. You have to go to hairdressers school to learn how to properly cut hair.
Ella – Oh.

It made me again realise that it is impossible to spell out all the things that she is NOT allowed to do. When I hand her back the scissors tomorrow, I will instead try to provide her with an exclusive list of what she IS allowed to cut.

And I’ll make a hairdressers appointment today. Though it will take a while before it has grown back to a length that will allow a decent cut.

Sugar, anyone?

This morning when we were getting in the car, with Ella dressed like this for dress-up day:

Ella – I love you, mum! I love you too much!
Me – Too much?
Ella – Yes, coz I can’t show you how much. I can’t show you how much I love you.
Me – Oh sweetie, that’s just so sweet of you to say that!
Ella – I love you mucher than the world! Do you love me mucher than the world too?
Me – I do. I do love you more than the world.
Ella – Aww!

Musical tastes

We watched Gabrielle Cilmi sing on Idol last night.

Ella – I really like her. She sings beautiful.
[short pause]
Ella – Am I still your friend?*
Me – Of course you are still my friend! You are Ella and I am mama. We like different things and that’s a good thing!
Ella – But when I am big… when I am a mama, I will not like this music.
Me – Maybe you will. When I was a kid I listened to different music. They made different music then than they do now. So you might still like this music when you’re a grown up.

Then I suggested I’d buy her the cd. Groan.

*I swear, I have no idea where these kind of remarks come from. I didn’t think I came across as that judgemental!