Changes Afoot

A few months ago I decided that it was past time for a change. Since I couldn't waive my magic wand and melt those five pounds from my hips I decided it should be my hair. So on a whim I had almost 11 inches cut from my head. I could have died my hair red but as courageous as I am when it comes to scissors and my hair I am equally as terrified of hair color. So the color remained ever unchanged but the long locks went the way of the trash bin. And I love my new hair! So does Jane; who decided that if I got to cut off my hair then she should be able to do it to.


It took a couple of months for her to convince her mother that I was being controlling and I really had no right to determine the length of her hair. After all, as she reminded me, she wasn't doing anything wrong by cutting it. And she was right. She looks fabulous! A little too grown up, but fabulous none the less!

Poetry in Motion

Snack time can be a little difficult at times in this house. Therefore, negotiations have become somewhat of an art form.

Me:
Grapes are good!
Grapes are great!
We like to eat them on our plate.

Luke:
You know what rhymes with eat?
Treat!
And grapes are definitely NOT what I want to eat while sitting in this seat!

Quite literally negotiation as an art form; poetry in motion to negotiate the terms of the food that will be consumed. And if you look quite closely at the following picture you'll see Luke pushing his grapes across the table. He'll have to create an even better rhyme if thinks he's getting chocolate!