Is hippie nature or nurture?
Well, my kids know how to wash out and put plastic containers into our recycling “area”. I can’t really call it a bin because it mostly looks like this:
Perhaps we need to practice a little more reduce.
I also attempted to teach my son about why recycling is important by launching into a climate change lecture, and since we didn’t have a white Christmas or any snow in Richmond so far, my son is now terrified that it will snow in on his birthday. Which is in August.
I explained it well. Too well.
But for all my indoctrination of how to be good stewards of our environment, I’m pretty sure there’s a green gene.
Or at least a dirty hippie gene.
Why yes, she did do her own hair after dressing herself.
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Throw in a few daisies and drumming circle and watch our world. We’re coming to save you.
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Too cute!
I knew you’d love this.
I’ve got my parents old Peter, Paul and Mary album around here featuring the song “Where Have All the Flowers Gone.”
She can borrow it any time.
Then recycle the jacket.
Peace.
Now that is a fabulous look. I clearly need to get myself a headband.
There is one thing you did wrong: not naming either of your children Skye Harmony. ;)
HAHAHA. That is AWESOME.
She does have daisies – on her pants. She’s a step closer to full hippy-dom than you realize!
I’m doing my hair just like N’s tomorrow, though I probably won’t look half as good as she does.
i spent most of college with a handkerchief on my head.
This is awesome.
She is adorable. I love her little belly sticking out in that first picture.