The Sharpie Incident

This weekend was fun, but there were some hiccups here and there. First, the dog pooped all over the living room. Lu found it, remarking that yes, indeed, Molly did “poop on floor, yucky!” Then Lu decided to one up that attention starved dog by pooping on the patio of a local coffee shop. Wow, you showed her, Lulu. That dog’s got nothing on you.

Then, when we got home from the coffee shop, and after Lu had spilled my tea all over the car, we found that Molly had pooped on the floor again. Lovely.

Yesterday Trent and I were both exhausted, so while we made breakfast, we plopped Lu in front of my laptop and let her watch Sesame Street on iTunes. Little did I know that she could reach a bucket of pens and markers I keep on my desk. Note the expression on my face in the following video, as it was the first I’d seen of Lu’s “artwork.”

And so begins another week….

The Mullet Conundrum

There are lots of things about myself that I am very proud that Lucy inherited. She is a true mix of her father and me, and most of the time, she got very lucky. She has my eyes, but her dad’s eyelashes, which is good, because mine are invisible. She has my skin. She has her father’s mischievous nature.

But where she may have been shorted a bit (damn DNA) is in the hair department. See, I have weird hair. I used to love it, but now it’s just a pain in my behind. It’s dirty blond in the winter, lighter in the summer and I have a TON of it. It takes 45 minutes to blow dry it straight out of the shower. It’s wavy enough that I can’t just wear it without styling, but not wavy enough that it looks cute. It just looks like I have two huge lumps on my head. And despite the fact that I have so much of it, it’s very fine and flat. So, basically, it’s sucky.

Lu has my hair. It’s blond, wavy (sometimes curly) and fine. Very fine. And to top it all off, she also inherited my yuck-o habit of twirling her hair when she gets sleepy, which, as a baby, led her to pull half of it out. If we try to put it up in pigtails or a ponytail or something to get it out of her face, she yanks whatever barrette/clip/hairtye right out, taking a bunch of stray hairs with it, thinning it out even more.

Until now, I have refused to cut it. Not for any real reason, but mostly because I don’t want her to get some horrid haircut and be forced to live with it. I have gone back and forth on giving her bangs, and I’m starting to think it’s the way to go, just so it will be out of her face instead of up in clips that she’ll just yank out anyway. But will the mullet-ish style she already has going on look even worse with bangs?! TOO MUCH PRESSURE!

So you decide. Should I cut Lu’s hair? Or should I leave it as it is? Lu’s counting on you!

UPDATE: OK, I can’t find a picture that adequetly shows the mullet, but these are close…

Asleep on the Floor

Lucy Portrait

The biggest problem is when we put her hair up, she yanks it out. I think if we cut it so it didn’t have to be up everyday, then maybe she wouldn’t pull on it so much. Or, at the very least, we would stop spending so much money on hair clips and such that we lose every day when she pulls them out at school.

And also, in a random freak accident, I finally figured out how to center things on this wordpress layout. Instead of the common CSS code like “center_align” or “align_center”, it’s just “center”. I spent a year trying to figure that out, and learned it by a typo! OK, done with the dork talk.

One of My New Favorites

There’s something about this picture…not sure what, but I’m a fan. Even with the bad focus and the overexposure, I think it captures something. Or maybe I’ve just had too much coffee this morning. That’s also a very vital theory.

Lucy is sick. Again. Stupid immune system.

So for the past two days I have been up at 3:30, and have given up on getting back to sleep. I’m tired. And my eyes keep crossing, which makes people think I’m insane. Well, more insane than normal, I suppose.

So this picture is all you’re getting today. Lest my mind be lost.

Party Pics

What happens when you plan a fun, simple picnic at the park to celebrate a two-year-old’s birthday? It rains, duh. And what was supposed to be a small, fun get together turns into a loud, crowded insame asylum. How did this happen? Well, I only invited Lu’s godparents (the famous Heath and ‘Kayla – as Lu calls her) and my sister plus her family. At a park, three seven-year-olds is not a lot. In a teeny, tiny cottage….? Well, it’s a bit overkill. But we still had a fun time, I drank wine and boo-hoo’d a bit over the rain, but no one else seemed to care. Except for Heath, who after viewing the carnage that is four kids in a small space has mentioned rethinking the amount of children he’s like to have. Poor guy looked like he’d been hit over the head with a sledgehammer.

Below are the pics from the “party” and you can also view them here.

Dads and Daughters

My dad and I are very much alike. We have similar mannerisms, we look like twins, we are both uber-dorks. Growing up, my dad was (as clichéd as it sounds) my hero. He was and still is the smartest person I’ve ever met, and I feel so lucky to have his genes in my body. He is not necessarily a person who will spew on about how much he loves me and how wonderful of a person I am, but I can always tell he’s proud of me and what I’ve done with my life. Even when I’ve made mistakes, and lord, I’ve made quite a few, I always knew he would forgive me and help me move on. My dad is a rock, in the most literal sense of the word, and I wouldn’t be the person I am without him.

When I think about my relationship with my dad, my mind immediately goes to Lu and Trent. I know that no matter what I do, at some point in our lives Lu will despise the thought of me. That’s just how girls are. And she will probably always think of her dad as her own personal superhero. And you know what? I’m okay with that. I hope she always sees him in the driveway and starts yelling, “Daddy! Daddy!” I hope she will always laugh manically when he chases her around the house. I hope they always read books before bedtime and have breakfast together. Because regardless of my relationship with Lu or my relationship with Trent, their relationship should always be strong. Because that’s what superheroes do.

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