February 28, 2008
I want this hair (and also, we miss you Heath Ledger)
Michelle Williams at the 2006 Indie Spirit awards.
And now I am done talking about my hair. The end.
(Also, do any of you know about cream blush? Fill me in, please.)
Archive for February, 2008
February 27, 2008
you can be my Nick Arrojo*
I’m turning 40 soon (does that make you nervous? because people get all wigged out when I say I AM TURNING 40, like 40 is some disease that might RUB OFF on them if I get too close). I’m not a midlife crisis kind of girl; I’m more of a mid-week or mid-morning type, because why save it up? Let’s just get it over with and move on. For me, 40 is just a really great excuse to have a party.
Or three.
I’m totally good with turning 40; I have a terrific marriage, two great kids, a nice house, an interesting career (of sorts). I also have terrific friends and family.
But I have TERRIBLE hair.
February 25, 2008
breakfast with Charlie
Charlie decided on Friday morning that what he really wanted for breakfast was hot chocolate. That was one too many things to ask me to do, so I said no, we’ll have it this weekend.
On Saturday, he came bouncing downstairs with his blanket hanging over his shoulder like a ragged toga and said, “I would like some HOT CHOCOLATE for breakfast.” Then he thought for a moment and added, “Please.”
February 22, 2008
Turtlerama 2008
We finished Henry’s turtle project, without any tears or yelling, although I have to admit to having very little to do with the diorama part, for obvious reasons (hello, NO CRAFTING SKILLS). Fortunately, I married a man who used to build models and dioramas for fun when he was a kid, so that worked out well.
It’s really a habitat, Henry says. Whatever.
Last night as we were getting ready to sit down to dinner, my phone rang; it was a call I really needed to take, so I went off upstairs to consult and Wade fed the kids and cleaned up and then moved everyone up to the playroom to make a turtle habitat. By the time I finished on the phone, the turtle was living large in my shoe box.
Well, not too large; they were small shoes.
February 21, 2008
different
Henry got up this morning at 5:30, put on his headlamp, and went into Charlie’s room to get him up so they could play. Unfortunately, Charlie was STILL SLEEPING and was righteously indignant about the light shining in his eyes. When I hissed at Henry to leave Charlie alone, he started to yell and cry because I am MEAN TO HIM and it was ALL CHARLIE’S FAULT.
You all have begged me to tell you that having the kids in school is easier than when they were home all the time, please please don’t say it’s still hard please, and in some ways yes, it is certainly easier, but in other ways no it isn’t.
That’s probably not what you wanted to hear.
February 19, 2008
the hardest part of my day is over by 8:00 am: a classic Mommyblog post
Things I do between 5:00 and 8:00 am: shower, dress, primp, make coffee, dry hair, make lunches, clean out school bags, start laundry, check e-mail, manage blog that posts on west coast time, wake children, dispense medications, make breakfast, supervise breakfast, clean up after breakfast, remind kids to get dressed and brush teeth, make beds, get kids into shoes and coats, clean glasses, drive kids to school, walk kids into school, hug everyone, drive home, move laundry, clean up kitchen.
And then the real workday starts. Of course, by then I am exhausted and ready to crawl back into my bed, but at least my kids are in school.
