Gettin' Her Hair Did.

Strike a pose: VOGUE. I think Lindy gets it. Hank was working on copying her....Derik Zoolander need not worry.

Also Lindy decided that she wanted her hair cut for kindergarten. She chose how she wanted it and we called Connie. Connie lives across the street from my momma and has a salon in her basement. She cut my hair when I was Lindy's age and now she cuts Lindy's. We are huge Connie fans at our house. When my parents were in the Philippines and we lived in their house, Connie took Lindy under her wing and Lindy loves her. So there really was no choice. Lindy wouldn't trust a hair cut of this importance to just anyone. It had to be Connie. I mean this is her kindergarten haircut we're talking about here. We were lucky that she could squeeze Lindy in today.

BEFORE

THE WASH


THE CUT
(with Connie's darling granddaughter & Lindy's good friend Audi).


AFTER: FRONT & BACK

I think it's adorable. I do think just about everything she does is adorable...but still. And more importantly, she loves it. She has some extra sass in her step today, boy howdy.

And on a personal note, I apologize if there are words out of order or random sentences that don't fit in this post. I haven't been getting a lot of sleep lately. Oh, what's been keeping me up? This boy. Luke. Perhaps you remember him from the past two posts. He's new. He's almost two weeks old. WHAT? That was two weeks ago? Hm. It feels like it was earlier today and 100 years ago all at once. He didn't want to be left out of all the beauty going on here (Actually, he probably did want to be left out of it all. He probably wanted to eat or sleep or cry...possibly even poop. But his hair was getting a little greezy.), so he got his hair washed. I was all prepared for a screaming fest- because he is a screamer- but he loved it. And by loved it, I mean loved it (it seems like that may be one of the sentences that makes no sense...of course by loved it I mean loved it....but I'm not going to fix it. Why spend the two seconds it would take to erase the end of that when I can take a full 60 seconds writing a long and boring explanation of it? Yes. Much easier this way.) Anyway, a picture of the hair wash that he so clearly loved. Oh, did I mention he loved it? And did I mention he is almost two weeks old? Madness. Sheer madness.

Even Cuter on Day 2

What? You demand to see more pictures? Okay. Fine. Talked me into it. I personally am smitten. Totally gone. Totally in love. But I guess maybe I am biased? Nah, he's just that cute.



Please just look at Luke and disregard the sleepy pale-faced looking lady. But oh, that baby!!!

And on a lunch note, I opened my fancy plastic dinner server to find this. A plate of beets. Who do I look like, Dwight Shrute? BEARS. BEETS. BATTLESTAR GALLACTICA. Somebody get Bajio on the line, quick!

Welcome Luke!!

He came, he came, he really came. It's just like Christmas.


He's a husky feller. 9 lbs 1 oz. We're so glad he's here!!

Eviction Notice

Dear Mr. Robot Doob Blatter:

You are hereby served this eviction notice from your place of residence, My belly (known further as my body, my belly, freakishly large lady). You have one week in which to comply with all the terms of this letter.

The reasons for your eviction are several and conclusive:
1. You have outgrown the quarters of my body, rendering all clothing options for me null and void. I am left today wearing a maternity shirt in a shade of purple that causes children of all ages to spontaneously begin singing, "I love you, you love me.." and the "clean-up song" and yelling, "Barney!!! Barney!! It's really you." And because I am a nice person I say, "Aw, shucks, guhu-hu. I love you too. Let's all share and be kind." Given my current employment as a preschool teacher, you can see how this would be distracting, to say the least.

Also, the water retention you are causing in my feet and face contains enough moisture to provide for a small-to-mid-sized Ethiopian village. This has caused a syndrome I have dubbed Shrek feet, limiting my shoe options to black $3 flip-flops. And while I do love flip-flops, they are most inappropriate for church. Also, my Shrek legs and feet, or stumps as I have heard them whispered about, cannot be covered for church as I only have knee-length skirts in above-mentioned outgrown wardrobe.

2. Your parties, while not loud, have elicited many complaints. Your neighbors, Mr. Kik McRibs, Mrs. Tinee Bladder (note that is bladder..not Blatter, although Ms. Blatter is none too happy either), and Mr. Gethoff MaPelvis have all issued several complaints regarding your kung-fu battle parties held at all hours of the day and night.

3. The hormones coursing through my body as a result of housing you have reached a boiling point. Several times a day I want to reach out and punch innocent strangers in the face. For no reason. And I used to do tae-bo, so it would be a fairly decent punch to the face (note to neighbors and friends...it may be wise to avoid the above dwelling, my body, for the interim days, as there is a good chance I will punch you in the face). I am a ticking time bomb of fury.

3. Lastly, and most importantly, it is just time for you to leave. It is time for me to cradle your tiny bum in my hands. It is time for me to kiss you a bazillion times a day. It is time for you to pee on me and everyone to laugh at how darling it is. It is time for me to feed you and rock you into a state of complete nirvana. Trust me, it's better out here. It's just time for you to be HOME.

Please note, Mr. Doob, if you have not rendered complete evacuation of the premises in one week from today, more drastic measures will be taken. Specifically, high doses of pitocin will be directed at said dwelling until you are forced to be expelled. You have until 7:30 a.m. Monday the 18 of May. Otherwise I will take matters into my own hands...er...wrist, as that is where they will stick the needle.
Sincerely,
Your landlord/momma; who cannot wait to wrap you up in a tiny baby-blanket papoose and examine for hours- and kiss endlessly- your tiny hands, feet, and face.

p.s. i realize it has been a while since I posted on this here blog. I will post about the goings on of the last 3 months very soon. Or I will punch you in the face; either way, you are guaranteed a pretty good time.