We started with a box of "frost and glow" for #1. My sister, Aunt AS* does hair but has a rule that won't allow her girls to have color treatment until they are older. With that rule she didn't think it fair to do #1's hair. Agreed.
I was planning on spraying hydrogen peroxide in her hair on a sunny day until my mom said it would ruin her hair and suggested this familiar box. This is what she used to use on me when I was young and wanting to try something new.
I have no pictures of the process since once I started it was a race to the top of her head to get it done before all the hair at the base of her neck fell out. As you can see I didn't really do too much. There are some spots that could be better but she is thrilled and expects she'll look just like Taylor Swift for Halloween.
Our meals consisted of a couple sandwich and chips combos as well as a treat to Dickie Jos and chicken from Dairy Mart. Hardly no cooking and I didn't do dishes until Sunday! I'm not saying I didn't need to dishes until Sunday...full disclosure you see.
We spent most of Friday out in town shopping. Spending a lot of time in the JoAnns Fabric store picking up what we'd need for the rest of our planned weekend.
To finish off shopping/spa day I gave #1 a mini manicure/pedicure. She'd seen french manicured false nails somewhere and wanted the same look. I told her french manicures were only for girly weekends as they took too much concentration for when the boys were around and on a normal day I was too tired to do something that complicated after bedtime. She was thrilled with the results!
Of course girly weekend wouldn't be complete without movies from the red box machine that the boys would groan and roll their eyes at.
We finished our weekend by a morning at church. I shared with #1 a secret about our church so far unknown by the children, the cafe. We got there early and shared a doughnut after dropping #5 at the nursery (his first time-ekkk). And we had to spend a little time on actual housekeeping...dishes, you know and getting ready for all the laundry that was going to come home with our men.
I'm loving this tradition of camping weekends with daddy. #1 had her turn at the beginning of summer and now the boys have had their weekend (I'll report on that later). The best part for me, of course, is getting the other side and making our own special memories.