wordless wednesday: all in an evening

random updates: cheat-of-a-post edition

Thanks to all of you who gave me input - and sweet compliments afterward - about my new hairdo. It was time for a change, and Kim did a great job. Plus, I bought the best hair product ever: this sea spray stuff that makes your hair look all tousled, like you've had a day at the beach except without the matted, post-sea-swim hair.

After reviewing the contents of both my pitiful wardrobe and my husband's much-less-pitiful wardrobe, it's official: our son is much more fashionable than we are. He gets all the latest baby styles; I'm wearing t-shirts from the 90's.

We were planning a summer vacation to Grand Rapids, Michigan, but it looks like we'll be there much sooner than expected: my brother-in-law is getting married in February, and Jason will be an usher. Anyone have any suggestions for winter wedding wear?

New job is going well - I'm learning more about hearts than I ever dreamed possible. I've also discovered, amidst all the delicious homemade baked goods my coworkers keep bringing in (and I keep eating), that I've adopted a do-as-I-say-not-as-I-do policy when counseling my patients about their new, heart-healthy diet options.

On that same note, our floor pharmacy keeps an unhealthy stock of Dove chocolates and miniature Reese's in a large drawer by the door. While I was putting an IV in a patient, I jokingly told my preceptor at work that she needed to keep me away from the "pharmacy candy", and my patient gave me this alarmed look. I'm sure he thought I was stealing Percocets.

Thanksgiving is nearly upon us, and I've scored another year of not having to make my own turkey. We'll be going to my dad & stepmom's house for the day, and I'm realizing I'm so much more thankful of my food when I don't have to prepare it.

The day after Thanksgiving? I will be giving thanks as I sleep in. I do not do mad-crushing-screaming-mobbing Christmas shopping at 5am at the Store Which Must Not Be Named. No sir. I'll take my Monday-after-Thanksgiving, quietly-economical gift deals online.

luvs my hairdresser

I went to get The Haircut on Friday. I took a picture of number #3 with me to Kim - it got the most votes, including the trumping vote of my dear husband. And here is the result:




This was taken after a long day at work, no less, so just imagine how fabulous it looked in the salon.

are you ready?

Big unveil of new hair tomorrow. I was going to do it tonight but alas, I am too tired. And I want to make you wait JUST one more day.

Off to bed.

goodnight moon

five things I want my children to know before they grow up

1. It's okay to not be happy all of the time. Sometimes, you just need to work out the angries and the unhappies and the cries.

2. Sharing is SO much cooler than hoarding or selfishness.

3. Jesus loves you. NO. MATTER. WHAT. Even more than Mommy & Daddy love you.

4. Forgive generously. No matter how hard it is or how much it hurt or how many times you have to say "I forgive you".

5. Never be afraid to stand up for what you think is right, even if most of the people around you disagree.

(And the honorary #6: Middle C.)

last chance

I'm getting my hair cut tomorrow. I'm still undecided.

So please, make your voice heard and go vote for my hair. So far, looks like #1 & #3 are top contenders.

Pictures of the before and after to follow.

Love,
me

wordless wednesday: peace

random updates, volume something-or-other

My feet are chilly. This rarely happens in Florida. I love it. Tonight is supposed to be one of the coldest nights of the season, dipping down into the thirties. I know some of you reading this live in northern parts of the world, and you are probably shaking your head and rolling your eyes now, but believe me, this is BIG STUFF for us Floridians. We might even light the fireplace. WHOA.

Cloth diapering continues to be a success. I cannot believe I was so worked up about it before - it is easy peasy. And I love not having to make a last-minute run to Target to pick up a bunch of Pampers while simultaneously emptying my bank account.

I've been getting conflicting, sometimes dubious messages from my candy. On the inside of a candy wrapper, it said, "Sometimes a hug is better than flowers". In the next: "Buy yourself a dozen roses!" Uh, wait a second. Next one: "Go to your special place". Oh, good grief...

The holidays are almost upon us. I haven't written a letter to Santa in over two decades, but if I were to write one now, I'm pretty sure that this would be at the very top of the list. Followed by this.

I'm still mad at Target for the whole Britax car seat escapade. But I couldn't help being irresistibly drawn there today when Jason and I realized that Aidan needed a humidifier. I may be mad with them, but I still love them, and my irritation could never be great enough to force me to shop at The Source of All Things Evil, Slow, and Disorganized.

If you haven't already, you must vote for my new 'do. I'm going on Friday for the big cut; "just a trim" is not an option any more. So exercise your right to vote and decide the fate of my locks.

vote for my hair!

I have an appointment with my hairstylist this Friday. I made this appointment because my hair looks like crap. And it's too long. And Aidan likes to grab it a lot, and that sort of hurts, so I'm going shorter. I want something that doesn't scream "Mom hair", but not something so out there or high maintenance that I can't keep it up. So, I'm asking you, dear readership, to help me decide!

Here's me now:



And here are your options (just the cut - can't afford to color right now):
Option #1


Option #2


different view:


Option #3


different view:


Option #4


So, what do you think? #1, #2, #3, #4? Vote in the comments section and let me know...