So, today I am wearing my usual not-going-anywhere uniform (comfy sweat capris and a pink t-shirt) and Julia comes up to me while I'm making dinner and rubs my leg and says, "Mommy, you look so pretty!"
Oh, just keep 'em coming, my sweet girl!
Monson Fonsons
Friday, August 21, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Long-haired freaky people need not apply
Julia and I got haircuts right before we left for camping at the beach...the arrangement was that if she agreed to a haircut before camping, then she could grow it long again if she wanted to. (Hopefully her version of "long" isn't as unmanageable and troublesome as I fear it will be.) Since she's averaged 1 haircut for every two years of her life, (two haircuts in all) she may not be getting another one until she's six, but I'll keep my fingers crossed anyway. (Just to clarify, the haircut department is just one of many in which I find that fighting against her incredibly strong will is just not worth the considerable effort that is involved.) I know, I know, lots of kids enjoy getting their haircut, but J is just not one of them. She has better things to do. Anyway, here is documented proof of Julia's second haircut in 4 years. (P.S. Craig was disappointed that I hadn't saved any of the hair that got cut off. Blech!)
So far, so good...even a 4-year-old can appreciate a nice scalp massage.
Monday, August 10, 2009
Synchronized swimming, anyone?
One day while we were getting ready for swim group, Miss J came out of the bathroom looking like this little tiny synchronized swimmer. We are already making plans for the 2016 Summer Olympics...she'll be 11.
Peek A Boo
Often, but not always, I get distracted enough to let several minutes go by before checking on my active, adorable girls. These pictures are evidence of one such day. You get 5 points if you can find Savanna in this jumble. Man alive, she's a cooky one!

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