I am up entirely too early thanks to this horrid dry weather we are having. It is not the miserable blizzardy freeze most of the country is experiencing, but rather a very warm, fire-loving dryness that is wreaking havoc on my lungs. It doesn’t help that there is a large fire 20 miles away.
But I’m not Negative Nee-Nee today. I think a lot about the stories I want to tell, but sometimes I think I come across as too negative. So while I’m up I’m going to inject some happiness into our day.
First up, Smushy!
Smushyface is a very smart, very busy little man. And in the summer he is going to be a big brother! Good thing his mommy is the organized type.
Speaking of babies, we know what my daughter is having:
Eeeeeeee! I am over the moon. I have committed to braiding hair every Sunday. You see, my kids look like this
*pout* Fast-forward fifteen years to THIS Christmas:
When Jess came along her hair was coarser and curlier than I knew how to manage, but too fine and straight for her paternal grandmother’s experience. Jess’s childhood had a lot of trial and hair-or. (See what I did there?) I’m no expert but I now know the tools and the products, and I’m the only one in the family who knows how to French braid. Smushy’s mom has already asked for help if she has a girl, too. I hated doing hair when Jess was little because it took so much longer than I was accustomed to, but it needed to be done. As an Oma I can’t wait!
Oh THIS guy!
This is my friend Steve. He is an amazing writer with a fun short story blog, Uneasy Rider. I don’t remember how it got started, but someone called for Steve’s friends to bombard him with crazy hats. While on break from school I found myself knitting again, so I decided to practice a new slouchy pattern I learned and make Steve a hat that [vaguely] resembles an ice cream cone. He assures me that he has since stretched it to fit properly and has permanently affixed the giant cherry pom-pom (which I left optional).
Drowsiness has finally caught up with me. I am expected at brunch later this morning, so I am off to bed for a quick nap. After I shove Jess aside. Kids, I swear…