Improvement on the crayon/profanity front:
We stopped at a Bob Evans rather than Friendly's and while Jordan did do some crayon chewing, he also took a couple stabs at the paper. Plus, once he'd bitten off a couple little blue chunks, he realized he didn't really want to swallow them.
I let him drop them in my hand. I know better than to go foraging around his little mouth and then shame us with profanity.
Also: I know it's not such a good picture. I took it with my iPhone. More also: I got an iPhone. I'm pretty sure I haven't become an iHole though.
What I want for Christmas:
A closet. Seriously. Those Victorians, they built charming houses, but their need for closets was slim to none. My need for closets is sizeable to enormous.
So. I want to buy a closet from Ikea. Nick wants to wait until we can find a nice antique wardrobe (I grew up calling them almirahs - I don't know what you call them) at a consignment store that we can cherish and keep forever.
I don't want a nice wardrobe. I'm not looking for an heirloom. It will take up more room than I want to allocate. And once we build closets - in probably three years - then where will we cherish it?
I want a ding-dang closet, like, right now.
Also: Trying to reduce use of unnecessary profanity. (Note successful use of ding-dang above.)
The hair. Always the hair:
Let me tell you. Pixie cuts and platinum are a bitch to grow out. Not pretty. I've been hating my hair for some time now.
These are the roots. The front view, I am not posting.I'm seeing my stylist this evening. Hopefully she can work magic.
Also: Um, I have no also on this one. I just put this in for symmetry.