Thursday, August 05, 2010
Second annual haircut
Emma had her second haircut of her life last week. No, it hasn't finally grown longer, it's just that she was getting that straight hair veil over all her curly hair again. It just looks weird that way. The hairdresser cuts the straight stuff so it will blend in with everything else.

Honestly, I've about given up on Emma's hair. I mostly let it run wild. When she was little you couldn't put a curl in her hair with a curling iron. Now she's a curly mess. That hair cannot be tamed. Hairbands, barrettes, ponytails, pigtails, nothing will keep it in order. When M brings her to town in the mornings I don't think he even bothers with a comb. I honestly doubt anyone notices the difference.

But it's blond...so she has that going for her. For now.
Wednesday, August 04, 2010
This trash bag is singing...
Says M, doubling back from his walk out to the truck to get rid of the trash. "You're welcome to go through the trash bag if you want to find out what it is."

So I did. It turned out to be the Leap Frog Fridge Wash n Go. The big part. We've already had to fish vehicle halves out of the trash before. I guess it serves us right for having the trash can near the fridge. I'm telling you, everything we own, at least all the "low hanging fruit" is at risk of disappearing in the trash, forever. Nice thought.
Tuesday, August 03, 2010
They have no earthly idea...
of what they're getting themselves into.

I'm speaking of Noni and Popi. Next week they're both taking the week off from work to host all their grandkids for the week. All of them. We've dubbed it Camp Noni and Popi. Or if you prefer Native American sounding names in your camps it can be Camp Popinoni. Or Nonipopi. Whatever.

Anywhooo...

I'm thinking that having to keep track of Jack, by himself, will have them falling into bed by nine o'clock every night. Jack is 100% Boy Explorer. He opens every drawer and pulls a sampling out onto the floor. He steals your TV remote and hides it. He hides his milk cups (I hate finding those nasty buggers days later!) He climbs the steps, he goes down the steps. He plays in the toilet water. He puts random things in the trash can. He pulls things down from unbelievable heights. He wants your soda can (seriously, that's his #1 toy). He can occasionally open a door on his own. He...he...HE MUST BE WATCHED AT ALL TIMES!!!

Whew!

On the other hand...he gives awesome knee hugs and has the most infectious giggle ever. He carries on long-winded conversations that crack me the hell up. He always wakes up with a smile. And he loves, loves, loves his Noni.

I'm sure it will all be worth it. But it will definitely wear them out.
Something you don't see every day...
For the last several days there's been a roadkill deer carcass lying by the side of the road on my drive to town. This morning, instead of the usual turkey buzzards hovering around, there was an American bald eagle perched on top of the dead deer. He never moved as I drove by. I think that's the closest I've ever been to one. Couldn't mistake it for anything else.