If this doesn’t make you smile just a bit…

then it’s official.  You are a corpse.  See a funeral director.

 

 She is so edible!

Gasp

I had no idea Easter candy manufacturers were listening to me pray the other night…

It’s the most wonderful time of the year (I can hear Johnny Mathis…how bout’ you?)

Am I the only Mom…

who thinks Play-Doh is freaking the coolest, funnest thing ever???  Keep your Legos (boring!) Quint and I literally played at this for most of the morning.  I know it can be a little bit messy – but I just throw some butcher type paper down over the kitchen table and lay out a couple ground rules (no throwing on the floor or feeding to the dog, etc).  And then we go for it!  I don’t know how they do it over at the Play-Doh Factory but making those little faux patties and buns and pickles…it just doesn't get old.  For either of us.

Well, it got kinda old when he took a bite out of this burger. 
But, you know…learning curve.  He’s three. 

Guess I need to add that one to the “ground rules”.  Ahem.

On Hair

I noticed recently, while staring at some stray gray (who am I kidding, they are ALL gray under the blondie dye) – that the hair on the top of my head is getting oh-so-thin.  Like,  in the front.  Where it counts.  Where people notice.  I can see large areas of vast nothingness.  And folks, it scares me.  Like, a lot.  Because while I do not consider myself to be a vain girl – I do appreciate a solid plantation of hair on the head. 

Meanwhile?  We have ponytail.  As in, she has it.  As in…stay with me…my 19 month old daughter has enough hair for a BONAFIDE ponytail.  People.  This is a solid plantation of hair:



Meanwhile?  I got a call from my all-time-favorite-hair stylist ever.  And she is no longer with my salon.  (Yes Val – our girl is gone) As in she left.  As in, buh-bye now.  So now, I’m balding and I have no one to turn to to make it all better.  Or thicker.  Maybe Keira can share with Mama?