I have my baby wear the same clothes morning, noon, and night until she does one of three things to them:
- poops in them,
- spits up on them, or
- (which is the most common occurrence) excessively drools on them.
But today, I got this lovely sweater from a friend and it is so gorgeous that I cannot have her wear it.
This photo is so gorgeous, it really belongs on the cover of Mothering Magazine. So, I took a couple of "cover format" pictures of Peace and submitted them. I just wish Mothering Magazine would accept my photos and put one of my freaking kids on the cover for once! Anyway, here is a mock-up of what Peace would look like if she were on the cover:
Anyway... so, today, I also cut my hair. I am thankful for the fact that I can cut my own hair and I don't have to pay to get a haircut. I am thankful that my hair is forgiving and pretty much lets me do whatever I want with it.
The thing is, my hair is so forgiving, nobody can ever tell when I get a haircut. It always looks more or less the same, even though, as you can see, there is a somewhat massive amount of hair that got cut off. Vernon can never tell. And, yes, those are lame blue utility scissors that I used to cut my hair.