Archive for June, 2009
June 29, 2009
really, I’m just lazy (but you can call it a style if you like)
I have had short hair for most of my adult life. I cut it all off in the spring of 1990 (what little there was, which wasn’t much, a permed, chin-length bob) and I’ve really never looked back. Oh, sure, there was that one year after Charlie was born when I went ten (11?) months without a hair appointment, but eventually I was forced to acknowledge that pulling a ponytail through the back of a ball cap was not the look I really wanted. Also I was cutting my own bangs with a pair of curved nail scissors, which I would not recommend to anyone. Ever.
(These days I own two pairs of hair cutting shears, one regular and one for texture. They are a huge improvement over the nail scissors.) (more…)
June 22, 2009
grace in small things: forty
Somewhere over the weekend, I was reading about how important it is to challenge yourself to do one new thing each day. As the parent of a child who does not ever want to do anything new, at least not without a painful amount of prodding and often a lot of whining and crying, I am well aware how daunting a new thing every day can be. Of course, that same child almost always winds up loving the new things we compel him to do, and will now sometimes remind us that he needs our pushing to get up and put on his shoes and go do something new. “Because,” he told me recently, “we both know I’m going to have fun, it’s just that I forget sometimes.”
Right.
I’m sympathetic to his resistance, honestly. It’s so easy to fall into a routine and just do the same comfortable things over and over again — to cook the same food and watch the same television and read the same books. And while I don’t cry when someone prods me to do something different, I do sometimes forget that there is a whole world of new things out there just waiting to be seen and done and tasted. (more…)
June 19, 2009
hey batta batta
Henry had a baseball game tonight, because what’s more fun on a Friday night than little league baseball?!?
Well, not much, really.
His team played a great game, although they were a player short, so they borrowed two kids from Charlie’s tball team. And the one kid hit a home run, which was so awesome. But I actually missed the hit because I was standing behind the dugout with my three-year-old nephew and I looked up and Henry was all suited up to play catcher.
