HAIR

{I think we have EVERY fallen lock. *sniff*}

It has been 2 years and 4 months and not a hair has been snipped from our youngster's head. Beautiful, bouncy, soft, golden curls flowed from Hay Hay's head and were a popular conversation starter. Conversations like, "How old is your daughter?" "Your daughter's hair is beautiful!" "Is your daughter okay?" were commonplace. My mother's favorite conversation starter of late has been, "When are you going to cut his hair?" My response was usually, "Never. Leave me alone. Stop asking."

We always knew we were going to have to cut it at some point, but we were having a terrible time taking the leap. The hair had become such a major part of him that we felt as if somehow, he was like Samson, and that cutting off his hair would result in the loss of some sort of power...or incredible cuteness. We couldn't let Hay Hay suffer the same fate as poor Keri Russell when "Felicity" cut off her beautiful mane and caused the show to "Jump the Shark." No. Hay's series would not be cancelled.

Today, we decided that we could no longer let our selfishness drive this train. It's summer, he's hot, and constantly pushing it out of his eyes. It was time. The second part of the haircut equation, was finding a place where he would sit still long enough to not only get a haircut, but get a GOOD hair cut. The "not moving" issue trumped all others and so we opted for the kid-centered, television-zombie-making locale. Reluctantly, we ventured out the door on our quest and headed to Snip-Its.

As he sat in the chair, thankfully DIEGO played on the screen. Diego and Dora are good friends of his, so there was an instant comfort in that.  We got off to a rough start, but once we introduced more Diego, bubbles, and candy, we were well on our way. And we have to say...it turned out great.

Mommy & Daddy failed at one major thing... we didn't bring the good camera. Enjoy our cruddy cell phone shots. At least our subject is cute.

Special Guest Star: Siriously Delicious

{please note. I tried to display this cookie as large as possible. It deserves it.}

 I love marshmallows...in all forms...even peeps. Peep-lovers, I mean no disrespect. I only say it that way because most people think they are gross...I say... MORE FOR ME...well, and now Ry. The marshmallow force is strong in my young Jedi.  I can be caught year-round, nuking my peeps in the microwave to make them bigger and enjoying the burnt sugar goodness in yellow, pink, green...you get the picture.

So today I was scrolling through my RSS Feeds and had to stop and marvel at this delectable cookie. I zoomed in until it was larger than my head. It combines all that is good in the world. Check out this recipe for S'More Cookies (all the yum and no mess) and more from Siriously Delicious. She's also Siriously funny. And no, I CAN spell, her name is Siri, it's supposed be like that.

I haven't tried them yet, but a picture is worth a thousand calories.

Anatomy of a Ride Home From Swim Lessons

 

We were driving along today and I pulled up next to an SUV, like one we are considering buying for our next car. This conversation ensued...

Me: Ry, look to your left, that is one of the SUVs that Daddy wants to get.

Ry: You mean that one over there?

Me: Yes

Ry: with a hint of annoyance Why does Daddy want that car!? I want a minivan!

Me: Why?

Ry: It has a TV.

Me: An SUV can have a TV too.

Ry: But I want a sliding door.

Me: Why?

Ry: I dunno. Kate's has a TV.

Me: When will you watch TV in the car?

Ry: On long trips, or I can use my screen time on the way to school.

Me: If we get a TV it will only be used for long trips. Anyhow, Daddy would never own a minivan.

Ry: Why?

Me: Because it doesn't do what Daddy wants it to do.

Ry: What's that?

Me: Lots of things.

Ry: Well, I want a TV.

Me: We're not getting a minivan.

Ry: I'm hungry what do you have?

Me: I have a car to take us home to the refrigerator...

Ry: No Mom, what small objects do you have?

Me: A cell phone and a wallet. You want to eat that?

Ry: No....get my flip flop or I won't love you anymore.

Me: Ry, number one, I am driving, two, that was very disrespectful, I won't get you anything if you talk to me like that.

Ry: Can you get my flip flop, please?

Victory.