Random things and some hair pictures

“I should have said sorry. When I kicked snow on that family.”
Nevermind the grammar. Last week after Mass, yes that’s right walking out of church, Seth raced to the top of a pile of dirty snow and kicked it, showering dirty snow all over a man and his children. I yelled at Seth to get down right as he claims he was going to apologize. By the time he was down the family was walking across the street and there was too much traffic to catch up to them. It all happpened so quickly. The race to the top of the pile, the kick, my drawn out, “NOOOOOOOOO,” the dirty look from the father who got showered (who could blame him), Seth freaking out “I didn’t meant to!” Me saying, “but Seth you have to apologize!” He and Jonny saying that it was too late. Me realizing that it was indeed too late. All of us feeling embarrassed. Oh well. We discussed it. He wrote the sentences.

And completely unrelated, corking remains high on the activity list around here, and of the several different corkers we own, these are our definite favorite.

I did indeed follow through with incorporating some yoga into our daily routine. Not that we really have a routine. I wish we did. Anyway, we’re doing yoga. The kids mostly love it. Larkpur really does and I realize she is at the perfect age to start. She is excited to do anything new and isn’t self conscious in the least yet. In addition to following Heather’s restorative yoga routine (complete with the foot soak afterwards which the kids love love love) I bought this book called Yoga Kids. It is bargain priced on amazon right now and it is really good. Basic, clear photos, and easy to follow instruction which is what I needed. I practiced yoga regularly for a few years, a few years back, and always felt so good. I swear it made me feel taller, all that stretching. I am hoping to get back into it now that my kids are anxious to join me.

And now you know that my kids don’t wear adorable matching pajamas to bed, but any old hand me downs that we can get our hands on!

Moving on to buttons. Larkspur is sort of obsessed with them. I think I would be too if I got to lie around and sort them all day.

And backing up a bit, before you look at my hair pictures:
I have never been very coordinated. The only sport I participated in when I was younger was track. Passing the baton was a challenge to me. This is how I explain the fact that even though I don’t use a flash, and even though I was the one pressing the button to take the picture of myself, I still closed my eyes. And this happened more than once.

Seriously pathetic.

Let me also say that yesterday my thin, straight hair looked very big and bouncy and full and all that other good stuff that they do at the salon. All those things that I never even bother trying to replicate at home. In fact today my hair was full of static and was sticking to my face and little pieces were sticking up everywhere which isn’t the best when you are trying to take pictures of your new hairdo.

This is most accurate though in terms of what it really looks like. If I had shown a photo taken as I walked out of the salon it would have been like lying. I don’t fix my hair. I don’t try to make it look thicker, bigger, and all those other things my mom thinks I should be doing. I tuck it behind my ears or pull it back. I don’t like it touching me. I find that if my hair touches my face I can’t focus on anything. So anyway, nothing fancy, but indeed very different than the long straggly hippy hair I was sporting a year ago. The long straggly hair is more me, but the short hair is simpler, and if I was a stylish person, which I am not, I would definitely say that the short hair has more style potential.