Hub had been bugging me for a while to have Lucy’s hair cut. It was constantly in her mouth and eyes and full of food. I was being stubborn though, basically forcing her to have long hair because, well, isn’t that the best part of having a little girl? Lucy began to be more insistent of a haircut after Bud’s most recent venture, insisting that it should be short just like his. I gave in and took her this weekend but only after telling Hub that as her mother I was in charge of her hair, at least while she can’t tell me what she wants, and that we were just trimming the ends.
My daughter though, well you know, she’s tenacious.
She wanted a “real” hair cut. She didn’t want any more barrettes or pony tails. She likes short hair!
We compromised on a chin length bob that is angled on the sides to keep the hair from her mouth. She did not want her bangs cut which was a relief to me because I’ve been working on growing them out since Christmas.
Ok, so it’s the perfect haircut for her.
Her bangs are in her eyes, but can easily be pushed aside. She refused a barrette this morning and tucked her hair behind her ears.
Just like me.
She is my daughter. I have no idea how to do anything with my hair, and quite honestly, I have no desire to do anything other than “wash and go”.
I hate it when Hub is right.
We rounded out our Saturday with a trip to the nail salon, where she picked out a royal purple polish with subtle sparkles for my toes, declaring “This is my FAVORITE color Mommy!!! PURPLE!!!”. She sat patiently on my lap while I had my pedi, and then had her toenails painted the same color afterward.
All of us went to the Drive-In to see Kung Fu Panda on Saturday night. Bud loved the movie while Lucy was enamored with having pillows and blankets spilled out all over the back of our van. I rather enjoyed the onion rings... We didn’t get home until after 11:30, but the kids slept until 9:00 Sunday morning, so it worked out ok for me.
I took the kids to the grocery store yesterday morning where we picked out Father’s Day cards and the ingredients to make waffles for breakfast. While in the self-checkout, a coupon for tampons printed out, and it had a dancer on the front of it. Bud pointed out that I had a coupon and I said that I didn’t need that one. He asked “Why? Because you’re not a ballerina??” Yes, exactly.
I think that Hub had a good day, even though he was the one to cook dinner. We had steak, potatoes and corn on the cob, all on the grill, and it was delicious. I had made a chocolate pie for dessert which we enjoyed after the kids were bathed, and we went to bed early.
Finally, I tested my mobile posting skillz last night to find out if I could give you up to the minute detail from the hospital. That sounds a bit extreme, right? But at least I know I can tell you all that she is here and not worry about not logging on to my computer for a week or 2. YAY!