civil war…on my head. (and now in luke’s diaper)

oh, my, gross.

the ashley & i are still learning how to get along. and obviously, as you’re about to find out, it’s not going very smoothly. i think the logical solution would be to hire lisa to drop in once a day and do my hair. but, since i’m not exactly wealthy, i guess that option’s out.

the bangs and i are still at war. they kind of like to work with my cowlick if i give in and go in the direction it prefers. but it’s not as if that’s enough to make them cute. or at least cute-ish. i am, however, slowly catching on and i think….this battle may come to an end in the near future.

the rest of my hair…not so sure. i didn’t think it would be so flippin difficult to get it to look cute. it was cut so nicely that it seemed as though lisa had no trouble at all getting it to do what i wanted it to. me on the other hand? ummmmm. without meaning to, i end up styling it like i’m off to a PTA meeting.

i mean, yes…..i’m a mom. but i’m also 25! i’m okay with looking like a mom as long as it’s on the milfy side of things. i’d prefer to look a little more "hey baby" and a lot less "hey kids, jump in the mini van and snack on these carrot sticks and organic juice while i queue up this cd of classical tunes on our way to soccer practice". that’s not to say i want to look like a skank, lindsey & rachel (as i named my girls long ago…..as in, left & right. get it? oooh yeah.) are almost always flying under the radar these days, and i’ll be damned if my mid drift ever sees the light of day again. i would just like to look my age. and maybe stay that way permanently.

so this? 

"hello, i’m here to interview for the librarian/kindergarten teacher/garden club president position"

noooot workin’ for me.

i enjoy the bangs, i do. (though they weren’t really cooperating in the picture above). i think that i could be happy with them even when ashley grows into anne and anne grows into….whatever comes next. but this, curly/flippy combo weirdness hovering over my shoulders like a mom helmet has got. to. go.

i think i know the solution. i desperately need to invest in a hair straightener, and flatten the crap out of ashley. this idea is even somewhat comical to me because my hair has always been soooo utterly straight and boring that a straightener was kind of…..the exact opposite of what i needed. but my hair at this length seems to have a different ‘tude.

i got paid today, so i’m going to hunt one down, i think. well…..maybe.

today is my mom’s birthday, and i was supposed to take her shopping for craft supplies. i mean, count me in, right? only….last night, shortly after putting luke to bed i started hearing some funky noises over the baby monitor. i went to check on him, and there he was, swimming in a crib FULL of white puke. he smelled SO BAD and he sat there looking so confused at what happened, trying to reach his pacifier around all the puke. o.m.g. it was soooo disgusting. we changed him and and all of his bedding and threw it all in the washer before putting him back to bed. he stirred a lot as the night went on, but i never heard anything else out of him that made me think he puked. this morning there were two very small dry little spots on his sheets so they must have happened right after he went to bed? and it must have been really subtle because i didn’t hear a thing!

this morning he was miserable but it might have been just that he was starving because there was no way there was anything left in his system after his initial puke. he wolfed a whole bowl of oatmeal and a bottle and then seemed to be in a much better mood. he was exhausted soon after and it took him a while to fall asleep…but he’s been snoozing peacefully and he’s still puke free. so i’m not sure if he’s over it yet or not. he seems fine….like maybe he just ate too much at dinner? and he did eat a tonnnnnnnnn at dinner. or maybe one of the many things he hoovered didn’t agree with him? so we’re waiting to see how he is after his nap.

i have felt queasy since yesterday, but nothing has come of it. usually as soon as i eat it settles down. which reminds me a lot of morning sickness…..weird. don’t let your imaginations run wild. even if i were knocked up i wouldn’t be sick yet. (i’m totally not).

though my mom helmet probably suggests otherwise.

edit;

yeah. amazing. i just changed his diaper 3 times in the last 15 minutes. every time he was just crawling along playing, and he’d stop for a second, fart….aaaaand explosion everywhere. and if i thought the smell was bad last night???? oh, my, gosh. at least he hasn’t puked any more (knock on wood) and he’s drinking water pretty willingly. 

omg. i just heard another squirt. this is going to be a looooooooooong day.