it's short: the backstory
It's interesting what a simple haircut will reveal about your kid's personalities.
I went to the salon on Friday morning with long-ish hair. Hair that desperately needed some style. It's so hard to get to the salon with a baby in your life. I was long overdue. The change was dramatic to say the least!
It's a little shorter than I expected, but I'm getting used to it, and liking it most of the time.
With my scatterbrain, I ended up locking myself outside of my house, and since it was cold in FL on Friday, I decided to wait in my car in the garage to keep warm.
David had taken little Z to school to have lunch with the girls, but came back to let me in the house. (Good man!) When they pulled up, I looked over, waved and smiled at little Z, who usually smiles back. But this time, he just stared at me. Sort of an open-mouthed stare. Confused. Who is that woman smiling and waving at me?!
It took him a few minutes to realize that it was me. The women who gave birth to him and who takes care of him everyday.
When Miss M got home from school, she could not hide her shock. Upon seeing me, she screamed. Literally screamed like she had just seen a ghost. "You look UGLY!" she shouted, and could not contain her horror at my short hair. Nice, M, very nice. She's the dramatic one of the family.
Miss A sort of looked at me with wide-eyes. "Hmmm," she pondered aloud, "that's....interesting. I think it's okay." Very diplomatic and polite.
And, that about sums it up. I do love my children, but sometimes I'd love to pop them on the side of the head. Instead, I'll just blog about them and get it out that way. :)
I went to the salon on Friday morning with long-ish hair. Hair that desperately needed some style. It's so hard to get to the salon with a baby in your life. I was long overdue. The change was dramatic to say the least!
It's a little shorter than I expected, but I'm getting used to it, and liking it most of the time.
With my scatterbrain, I ended up locking myself outside of my house, and since it was cold in FL on Friday, I decided to wait in my car in the garage to keep warm.
David had taken little Z to school to have lunch with the girls, but came back to let me in the house. (Good man!) When they pulled up, I looked over, waved and smiled at little Z, who usually smiles back. But this time, he just stared at me. Sort of an open-mouthed stare. Confused. Who is that woman smiling and waving at me?!
It took him a few minutes to realize that it was me. The women who gave birth to him and who takes care of him everyday.
When Miss M got home from school, she could not hide her shock. Upon seeing me, she screamed. Literally screamed like she had just seen a ghost. "You look UGLY!" she shouted, and could not contain her horror at my short hair. Nice, M, very nice. She's the dramatic one of the family.
Miss A sort of looked at me with wide-eyes. "Hmmm," she pondered aloud, "that's....interesting. I think it's okay." Very diplomatic and polite.
And, that about sums it up. I do love my children, but sometimes I'd love to pop them on the side of the head. Instead, I'll just blog about them and get it out that way. :)