Well, the Fonseca family is moving back home to Chaparral. The neighbor hood we are living in has been overruled by tweakers, neighbors that play their music to loud, and drug dealers. In other words not an ideal place to be raising a little girl. When we first moved here it was a perfect starter for Jason and I, nice and clean, but it has been three years since then and all I have to say is YUCK!

As I am packing all of our little skeleton trinkets, our Bob Marley bobble head, and roll up Violet's "Nightmare Before Christmas" door poster, I think of the years that have passed. I think of how much our lives have changed, in these few short years. We went from party animals and evolved (or devolved) into mature, clean, hardworking, tired, adults.

I love where I am right now in life. I don't regret anything from my past, even the danger to my health and well being past. It was all an experience. But I wouldn't go back to that place ever. Drugs and druggies are no longer a part of my life. Partys are not what I wake up for, and leaving the dishes in the sink are not acceptable! We both live for our daughter now, and it is a beautiful life. Even the dirty diapers.

So you are probably thinking "where is the comedy?" here it comes.
PACKING SUCKS!!!! all I have to say is I better get my $300 deposit back, because I am busting my balls on this place. They should just give families with babies back their deposit when moving. Because believe me it isn't easy to be packing with the little one all over the place.

Here I am on my hands and knees scrubbing around the toilet with violet giggling and practicing standing holding on to my sweats, while pulling down my pants. Woops sorry world my butt is hanging out, but the child STANDS! And then you are stuck like that, butt hanging out for the world to see because you have already packed the curtains, but you can't move to fast so you don't knock down baby.

Next you have three open boxes with stuff all stacked pretty and neat inside them. Turn the corner for 2 minutes, only to come back and find that Violet doesn't like the way you have packed, and takes it upon herself the take every thing out just so you can do it again. Fun. I remember my mother telling us as kids "if you don't wash the dishes right you are going to have to do ALL of them over again." (always just a threat never followed through) Violet must have gotten that from her.

When you are on a roll you are on a roll. hard to get on a roll with breakfast, bath,snack, lunch, bath, snack, dinner, bath, and between all that play, and lots of diapers.

Violets boxes tower over Jason and mine. The girl has a wardrobe that would make any Holly Wood starlet drool. When did our toys become insignificant compared to her toys?

very slowly it is getting done. And after all the cleaning, the tripping, the crying over her infant clothes, I sit down on my couch exhausted and see that it is all coming together. Then I stroke my leg and realize I haven't shaved in a week and a half, and think "damn I packed my razors!" oh well, I am probably to tired to shave them anyway.

FLIPPING GREY!!

Quick some one run me to Walgreen's! It is urgent, I am in dire need of some major first aid. There has been an accident! Age and time have had a massive collision with my follicles!

"Chantel massage my head," I say to my sister-in-law. Little did I know that five minutes later I would be fighting back tears as she and my mother are heckling like hyenas that have smoke one to many joints. "IT'S GREY!!!" they giggle.

I kept saying "Yeah right, you guys are stupid. Stop making jokes." Then here comes that shiny reflective thing, that I, as most tired worn out mothers avoid as much as possible... A mirror. (who wants to be reminded every morning that the same ol' sweats are out of style, and you just don't have time to pluck those eye brows anymore). And there they where. Shiny patches of snow white hair glistening in the sun against the dark black back drop of my hair.

suddenly (and I'm not joking) visions of 401k, sun spots, wrinkles, hip replacements, retirement homes, and the dreaded forty year mammogram check up are running through my mind. Will my baby making parts even work anymore when I decide to get pregnant again. NO! I can't even say it. You ladies know what I'm talking about. ssshhhh, we will just call it the "M" word.

Go ahead, I don't care if you think I'm over exaggerating. So what if I throw my hands up in the air and stomp and yell. To my older readers who have already gone grey, there is nothing you can say to make it better. To my peers, and younger readers , and those who have not yet been cursed with these little grey strands. Leave me alone and let me pout in my ageing cave of oldness.

I'm only twenty four, but here I am getting flipping grey. My little brother, Aaron, said it best. "You are to old to hang out with us now." The saying is "you get grey hair because of your children". Can this really be true? I refuse to blame this on my sweet violet. No I blame global warming. The melting polar caps are making me grey at a young age. Well, it sounded good in my head.

"I will show you world!! *getting on knees with hands in the sky* I curse you father time!!! Only a man could do this to some one. I'm not washed up, or sold out! I will prove to you gods of aging, wrinkles, and sunspots. I will be the hippest, coolest, grey haired mommy in the world! That I will never be to achy to dance, that prunes will not yet be an every day necessity, and that I will battle this curse with hair dye and I will WIN!" aahhh....I feel better. Must not stress need a foot up on the battle field of grey v.s. young mommy.

now time for some hair quotes....

"Grey hair is a blessing-ask any balding man" Author unknown

"By common consent, grey hairs are a crown of glory; the only object of respect, that can never excite envy." George Bancroft

"How can I control my life if I can't control my hair?" Author unknown

"A hair in the head is worth two in the brush" Oliver Herford