A little January 12th update

Is your husband completely and utterly consumed in every way with politics right now? Does your husband tell you he's tired with a big yawn when you've only just begun your pillow talk and then in the pitch dark of your bedroom you suddenly see a glaring white light appear over your shoulder and he's on his IPad reading what the latest political analysts are saying? Does your husband wake up in bed and reach for his IPad again only to continue reading? When you're invited to travel out of town and stay the night at friends and family members houses, does your husband insist that they DVR the political debate and make everyone gather around to watch it, when you could be playing games or gathered around the piano singing songs together? Does he wake up the following morning and rush to the TV still being a guest at said house, to watch another political debate and monopolize the family room? Does he hush people who are talking in their own home and turn up the volume really loud so he doesn't miss a word of said debate? Does your husband own a T-shirt with his favorite candidate's face on it? Does he on occasion wear it to bed? Has your husband bleached his hair grey partially in order to create the salt-and-peppered, distinguished politician look? Do you catch him practicing his own campaign speeches in the mirror sometimes only to have him turn it into a hack-cough upon spotting you spotting him? Oh good, mine doesn't do any of those things either. I was just imagining what it would be like if we were wives to those husbands. What a relief we aren't!

Ok. The real subject of this post is the fact that we hacked Lucy's hair off. I asked her how short she wanted to go and as she was thinking... saying ummmm... I said, "Like mommy's?" And she said no that's too short. So after thinking about it for a while she told me, "I know! I want my hair just like Daddy's." She's a complex little soul.

So, per her request, we cut it exactly like her dad's. Just kidding. That would only be true if her dad had Benjamin Franklin style hair, slightly feathered. Maybe that's a look he should try.

Now you might be thinking this is a stupid thing to blog about, but the truth is, your mom's stupid. Just kidding. The truth is, it was her first hair cut ever. So it was a big deal. And it was probably a long time coming, but I was hoping she might not inherit my hair and get some lucious locks instead of the fine, wispy stuff on my head. So I've been holding out, waiting for it. But I think by 3 1/2, she might have lost her "baby hair". I think what she's got now is the real deal. I remember being in college and people still saying someone our age had some baby fat on them. And I thought that was really weird. Back to hair.

Here she is, all ready to go at her Aunt Becky's house:

The hacking begins:

And I even did that weird, creepy mom thing:

I distinctly remember growing up and looking through old boxes of old pictures and finding an envelope with my brother Abram's name on it and locks of hair inside. We would always jump and throw it thinking it was a rodent. And then we were all like, You're sick, mom. But now I totally get it. If you don't get it, it probably means you're not a mother. So just wait 'til you are. And if you are a mother and you still don't get it, wait until you have one you really love. It'll really be somethin'.

And the finished product: (Actually, the finished product originally involved flat ironing and hair product but today she wouldn't let me do anything else to her. So, we'll say the finished product is a round-brushed bob for now.)

I'm still getting used to it. It's weird how it makes them look like a totally different person. And she looks so grown up to me. I keep wondering who the midget running around is with the bob haircut. Sigh. Stay little.

Sisters:

Lots of love in our house. Indeed. I once heard in grade school that if someone kisses you with their eyes open it means they're un-trustworthy. If that's true, Scarlett better start fessing up to her misdeeds. You thought you could fool us all forever Scarlett? I know a cold-hearted snake when I see one. Until next time!