Happy Holidays! If you’re like me and haven’t even started shopping yet, this week’s posts are guaranteed to help you. The teen girls in my house are fond of all the items on this list and then some. According to Tyra and Jada, you can’t go wrong with any of these items! For info on how to purchase, click on the name of each item listed below the gift images.
As they get older, my daughters are more difficult to shop for.
Like many teenagers, she spends her days on Facebook and Twitter in between her classes at school. She pokes fun at her younger brother. She laughs at The Minions. She thinks Brad Pitt is handsome.
She considers herself to be an ordinary girl. An ordinary girl who fights the Taliban. Even when they tried to kill her.
Born in 1997, Malala Yousafazai, spent most of her childhood in Swat Valley, Pakistan. He father operated a school not far from the family’s home, and strongly believed in the power of all children earning a good education. Malala inherited her father’s passion for learning, and as a young teenager, she wrote for a blog anonymously about the importance of education for girls everywhere.
The Taliban is a group of fundamentalist Sunni Muslim militants live near the border between Afghanistan and Pakistan. This group has killed, terrorized, and tortured those who do not subscribe to their beliefs. The Taliban is strongly antagonistic toward American and NATO forces in Afghanistan and has killed and threaten to kill those who support the work of the United States.
One day in 2012 as Malala was on her way home from school, she was shot defending the rights of girls everywhere. She simply wanted an education and she wanted the same for others. Continue reading
If you read this blog regularly, you know that I have allowed my youngest daughter to satisfy her hair fancy by playing in my hair.
If you need some background, click here or here.
But last week she wanted to try something new. She wanted to braid my hair. Like this:
These are the braids that my girls are currently wearing. And in a weak moment on night last week, my hair ended up looking like this:
They braided my hair and added extra hair. The night before Tyra’s birthday. So out of Mommy guilt, I agreed to wear my hair like that for the next two days.
And the last day, all I could do was this:
The braids weren’t very tight in the beginning…and then they started to unravel. And it looked crazy. It really did.
So Tita put it in a huge bun on the top of my head because that’s the style. But it unraveled. And unraveled. And unraveled some more.
And by Thursday, I looked like a clown. A nice clown, but a clown nonetheless.
See the photos…I dare you not smile…or laugh…or whatever you deem appropriate. Because that is NOT what my hair looks like now.