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What happens when…

What happens when… 

a doula, a midwife apprentice, and a childbirth educator get together for a playdate? 

Why, something happens to my hair, of course!  Last time, it was significantly chopped.  This time, it was henna’d.  Ooo, I love it! 

I hate maintenance.  I despise getting a hair cut.  I have never colored my hair out of fear of continuing maintenance (ok, there was that one time in college that resulted in a cranberry-streaked disaster).  I don’t own a curling iron, blow dryer, straightener, etc.  My hair routine is wash (no shampoo, of course), scrunch with some lavendar water and gel, and air dry. 

Still, my hair seems a little dull these days.  Henna seemed like a good option to pick up some highlights, cover a few strands that are betraying me, and add some conditioning.  Caryn graciously agreed to do it all for me hold my hand. 

It turned out perfect.  No dramatic change.  I doubt anyone (who doesn’t read my blog, that is) will notice.  And the best part about henna–it simply fades over time…no roots showing through…no maintenance.

The lovely Angela after puddle-jumping

Angela--a professional puddle-jumper

So what is involved?  I bought some henna at Whole Foods.  It was pretty inexpensive–6.99.  We brewed tea to mix with it.  You can use coffee for deeper brown tones.  Added apple cider vinegar and an egg.  Then Caryn painted my hair with a paintbrush until I looked like I had been puddle-jumping at Camp Pinnacle.

And like post-puddle-jumping, I simply rinsed, rinsed, rinsed until most of the grit disappeared down the drain.

And to think, before I became a mom, I imagined playdates as boring, stuffy affairs. 




I introduced Norah to puddle-jumping today.  She had so much fun and kept asking, “Mama, dat pell?”  (that smell?) as she sniffed the puddles.  She was soaked, cold, and happy when I carried her in for a warm bath.  One day, we’ll puddle-jump Pinnacle-style.


This morning, she “read” my Alfie Kohn book Unconditional Parenting for about 20 minutes.  She pretended to turn the pages and read aloud a complicated story about Scott going to work.  When she finished, she brought the book to me and declared, “Mommy, good story.”  Smart child.  It is a great little book. 

Meanwhile, this hot guy just called me and asked me out on a date tonight.  So, I better change out of my “mom” clothes (prana yoga pants/chacos) and get into my “outdoor girl” clothes (prana climbing pants/chacos) to impress this sexy man.  My wardrobe is pretty simple…