BIG PLAN comes together for that wall. (Stay tuned on that. I think Adrain is weakening. Bwahahahaha!) (Actually he already agreed it's just a budgetary discussion at this point. Y'all know what I mean by that I bet! Soon. I can't wait.)
pixie cut that week and for once in her little tweenage life, she was happy to smile for me. Oh the heavens rejoiced. And I KNOW someone out there is laughing because you know exactly what I mean. I might have taken about 300 consecutive shots simply to commemorate the blessed moment.
She had been asking for pixie cut for at least a year. I, having visions of spiral perms, split, ratted bangs and sideburns, talked her down from that platform again and again. I did my best to explain that today's pixie is yesterdays spiral perm but to no avail.
And then she got some Christmas cash in her hot little hand and that was that. It hit me that just like it was for me, it's ONLY HAIR and dying on that hill wasn't going to win me any points, and at this stage of the game I live strictly for winning points. Savvy? So in she trooped and out she came looking like the sweetest little version of herself. It seemed way more "her" than her other cuts so I kind of said to myself, "Well huh... so there!" And that's when it hit me- this was a very good lesson. It's not always going to go like that, I know that. But these little people in my care are becoming the future versions of themselves, bit by bit and it's up to me to cheer them on when they win and help them shake it off to a little Taylor Swift when they crash and burn. I can do that.
so surprised by all of this even though I knew it was going to happen. My son ate non stop yesterday from the time he walked in the door until his third dinner when I finally told him enough- quit eating and get something else done! It's crazy. And funny. And bittersweet.
very slim all of a sudden. But then again, it's also such a relief that I can run an errand and not drag cranky toddlers around, bribing them with the free cookie at the grocery store. So it's all as it should be I suppose. A balance of sorts.
the mossy branches, the quiet of the trees and rush of the waterfalls. Even better, were the photos I got that spoke exactly as to who my children are, at this time of their life.
printed and framed them. (And a little side note. I'd like to say that my fiddle leaf fig is STILL alive. I just ignore it 99% of the time and then suddenly remember to water it, and it's thriving. I chopped the top off the other day because it's getting too tall. I hope that doesn't make it mad... but for now, all is good. Who knew. Black thumb girl can grow something finicky for over 6 months!
"Mr. Darcy moments" with my own man all the time. (I don't tell him that's what I mentally refer to them as, but I suppose he will read this, so then he'll know.) It's little things like the fact that he picked up wall anchors for the mirror in our bedroom that he is going to hang. (it was previously where my giant chalkboard is, which is why the big frames are now hanging in my living room, filled with kid faces. I digress.) Or the fact that I brought this huge fruit bowl (which is lacking fruit because Joe eats all dang night) and he just smiled and acted like he totally understood the importance of buying a huge blue bowl from Marshall's even though it wasn't on my list. I truly love that. (And it's so pretty I had to show you.) Do you have these with your man too? Just those little sweet things they do? Let's celebrate that (and let them know) this season!
my shop. This little hand-lettered watercolor Pride and Prejudice quote has completely stolen my heart. (An all black version is coming soon as well.) You can get yours here.
It's nearly Friday my friends... enjoy it!