HAIR

My Mom always told me she loved my hair.  She said my curls were beautiful and she wished she had curly hair.  I thought she was just saying that because she was my Mom and she had to - or she was crazy.  I absolutely HATED my hair!  It was thick, and curly, and frizzy, and out of control.  I had to spend a lot of time fixing it and I straightened it a lot. I didn't want frizzy curls.  I wanted smooth, straight, perfect hair!

Well, I eventually learned to embrace my curls.  I still wanted straight hair but I learned to live with it and accept my destiny.  I thought maybe my children would have perfect hair and that would make up for all the years of agony.  Well guess what....

My dear daughter ended up with my curls

and my son ended up with hair that sticks straight up in the air.

At least Parker's hair is straight....

The funny part is, just like my mom said to me, I tell Alexa that her curls are beautiful (and I mean it).  I guess maybe my Mom really did mean it to. And...I think Parker's hair is cute too.

So just know when you see pictures of my children, I really did comb their hair that day and it did look cute at one point.  It just doesn't stay that way for long.  For instance, both of the kids' hair looked pretty darn good on this particular day but by the time I found the camera and got Parker positioned just right in Alexa's lap, this is what we end up with:

 You may not know it by the picture, but this is Alexa laughing really loud.

 

But you know what, no matter what their hair looks like, I love these little munchkins so much!

Lately...

...we've been reading the paper,

bouncing,

shooting hoops,

reading bedtime stories,

laughing at goats, 

admiring peacocks,

 

playing piano,

experiencing the park for the first time,

having fun in the backyard,

 

playing in the sprinklers,

ensuring our stuffed animals are clean and dry,

helping in the garden,

 

riding Uncle John's motorcycle in pajama's,

being cute,

 

and visiting with Aunt Serina!