Hair Trials and Twirls
“Three girls, and then a little boy, aren’t you lucky?” To be fair, she was elderly, and Albus was at a distance, and, yes, he really does have such pretty locks. It needs combing, however, so he and his dad suffered through a session that involved a great deal of conditioner and a few tears, and resulted in the top photo (wet). The morning after his hair had dried into, well, this remarkable look pictured below … with an impressive twirl at the side. I wasn’t really able to brush it into submission. It almost looks like it’s spelling something out, if only one could break the code.Our Boy
We love him in pink. We love that he’s fascinated by flashy flip-flops, and can walk in them. We love him that he lets his sister and her friend dress him in a dress, without protest. We love that he shows an affection for dollies and buggies. Will he love that we love these things about him, not to mention that we mention it publicly? Will we love that he’s gotten into the garbage and is kicking the container around the kitchen while his doting mama types this post? Will this debatably charming interrogative style annoy or amuse? Will you back away from the glowing screen and serve your long-suffering kids an after-school snack for heaven’s sake, mama? Like, now?Mother’s Day
This mama doesn’t really like eating breakfast in bed. Reminds her of invalidism. But sleeping in while daddy and children cook up eggs and potatoes for breakfast? That’s just about perfect. What would make the day just the littlest bit more perfect would be … a crown, of course! Designed and fitted with precision by Apple-Apple.
“But when do we get to have Children’s Day?”
Soccer in the Park, the Deluge Version
We arrive early, wondering … will anyone else show up? And, is that thunder?
Why, yes. They will show up. Yes. It will rain. Yes. It will be seriously, seriously fun.Cowboys and Rainbows
Family drawing night, inspired by Soule Mama’s blog on the subject … tonight. In fact, I can’t get these kids to stop. I put Beethoven on the CD player, the kids sharpened a pile of pencil crayons, we spread big pieces of paper, and everyone got a chance to direct the subject matter. Tree. Flower. Rainbow. Bird. Cowboy. CJ didn’t get a turn, but he did a bit of scribbling, also snacking, guzzling, and excitable pencil grabbing. I’ve posted each of our cowboys. Can you guess whose is whose?