maybe next year

we had grand plans this halloween to dress up our kid as the dreamiest qb in the nfl or the dreamiest 16yr old pop sensation (tom brady and justin bieber, respectively). strike that. i don't really DO halloween, except that now i have a wee one i HAVE to do halloween, and with the mop finners had brady or bieber were the costume winners. now, did you notice my past tensing? the hads? yeah. about that...

whenever you say "i want it longer on top, shorter in back," the hairdressers take that to mean they can set the clippers to a 5 for the back and a 6 for the top. uh, no. i wanted my little figgers to have some sweet surfer boy hair, NOT a buzz cut. grr. i know he still looks adorable, and you can see that even better now that his hair isn't brushing his eyebrows. but, i didn't WANT it to be short and spiky; i wanted it to be long and luscious. urgh. it is a very VERY good thing he is so damn cute or i would be more upset.

in case you were wondering, we're moving more towards an animalia costume. lion, giraffe, butterfly (jk). any ideas?

once upon a time

once upon a time, there were no clothes to be laundered, no dishes to be washed, no floors to be swept, no shelves to be dusted. and then five minutes ticked off the clock and the clothes and dishes piled up (albeit not together), sippy cups and bobs were spilt on the kitchen and living room floors, smeared onto toys and penelope joneses, held upside down purposefully to splatter their contents haphazardly around the entire ughpt, every flat surface developed a love of all things dust. but you know what? that five minutes were some of the best of my life.