This is post number one hundred and one. Kind of fitting I think since 101 Dalmatians is the current movie obsession for a certain 3 year old in our house. He told us the other day that when we went to the beach this weekend we were going to have to go to the store and get him a dog because he needed one to run with at the beach. And a kite. He wanted us to get him a dog and a kite at the dog and kite store on the beach. The only way to get to this store is by ship - a pirate ship to be specific. I'm glad he has a good imagination.
Henry is doing well - he is officially past his due date and seems to have gotten a lot more active in the few days since that date. So active in fact that the sleeping at night thing seems to be getting worse rather then better. He really only likes to sleep while being held in an upright position. Otherwise there is yelling. Yelling until his face is purple. Which is, you know, fun. But, as a friend reminded me recently, at least he is consoled by something. And it is something that does not involve me moving around a lot. There could really be lots worse things than a baby who wants to cuddle.
I have found a solution for it during the day. A fantastic wrap that keeps him close and still allows me to move. I mean, I probably wouldn't jog with him in it, but let's be honest, I probably wouldn't jog anyway so that has little to do with the wrap.
Also, got my hair cut. It doesn't seem like that big of a deal, but it's the first time I've done something remotely different with it in several years. I have the cutest hairdresser the whole world (thanks to Shelley of course) and when I went to see her last week the conversation went something like this:
me: I think I want to do something a little different with the front. You know, like something...with the front?
her: The last 3 times you've been in here you've mentioned that you want to do "something" different with "you know, the front" and I think that you want bangs but are actually afraid to say that you want bangs (which was totally right by the way... the last time I had bangs was in the late 80's-early 90's and it was bad. It involved lots of hairspray and sort of looked like a claw) so I am going to go ahead and say it for you. I think you want bangs and I think it's a good idea. It'll be cute, so we'll do sort of a Reese Witherspoon/Heidi Klum bang. ok? Great.
So here we are, new bangs and a wrap that keeps Henry close. Still not much sleep, but hey, we're getting there...I think.
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2 comments:
You're beautiful.
Lovey love love the hair! I think you're pretty and you smell nice.
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