I love having a daughter. It's so much fun to live vicariously through her eight year old little body. I get to do all the fun things that a normal grown-up might not get to do, and just blame it on her. The Taterbug made me do it, I swear by it.

Today was one of those days when Taterbug needed a little lift. Since tomorrow's the last day of school, I caved in on the idea that she could have pink hair. We settled on coloring the tips of her hair so that it could easily be cut off for the next school year. She also talked me out of some blonde streaks but that's a whole 'nother story.

Let me just say, I'm now the world's coolest mom (so she says) and she's totally rockin' the pink look. Secretly, I wish I could do the same thing to my own hair but I don't think it would look as cute on a mom of three as it does to a cherubic little blonde. And Taterbug informed me that it would be "totally uncool" should I decide to do the same. She knows fashion so I'm leaving my discretion up to her.

Here's my little rockstar:

And one more to show she's still my kid: