Hair
Oh yeah, and I whacked all of my hair off again. It had gotten down to almost the middle of my back, and I decided I didn't like it anymore, mainly because it was so frizzy and unhealthy looking. So now, at it's longest point it is about two and a half inches long.
Love
Well... life is speeding by me with the force of a bullet train. The boy still doesn't talk, still doesn't run (no complaints on that one), still does't know how to put on his shoes, or dress himself at all, but he has learned to flip the straw on his sippy cup so that a fine stream of milk slashes you across the face like so many flesh dissolving slugs trooping in single file across said face. Ok, so it doesn't really hurt, but it can be rather startling at times, such as when you are reading the ad from Party City and you are completely engrossed at being appalled by the whore-some costumes for little girls. He is now a little more than twenty-one months old. He does know how to throw his own diaper away. That's a bonus. I am amazed to look back at the pictures we have of him, how big and squishy he was, and now how much bigger and non-squishy he is. Today, I was photographing a neat looking caterpillar on the back porch and when I looked up, he was nowhere in sight. I felt the abysmal chill of terror streak through me at lightning force. I ran around the corner, nothing in sight. I started running for the front of the house, shrieking his name, when I happened to glance behind me and notice that he had just sauntered out of the garage with a look on his face like "what's all the fuss about?". The garage which I had to run past to look around the corner of the house. I garage full of hazardous liquids, sharp objects, and choking hazards, not to mention the dog food. I decided we needed to go inside then. So in we came, and we listened to the soothing sounds of some chick's children's songs about animals. We dancing as she sung about the little fly buzz-zzing on the grocery man's head, and we spun in cirlces when the miss-identified shark/goldfish was sucked down the bath tub drain. And all of my previous panic was forgotten as he crawled into my lap so that I would move his arms around with the song. I was also subsequently knocked out by the fumes arising from his diaper, but that was quickly amended. Man, I have fun with this kid...
