Tuesday, August 30, 2011

End of summer purging

What? How in the world is it the end of summer already? I swear the month of August just started yesterday. Geesh. Anyway, as you can tell, I've been MIA on the blogging front. It was that darn month flying by thing.

One thing that I have been doing in this amazingly fast month is trying to organize my house. Does anyone else get these tendencies? Whenever spring or fall come around, I feel the urge to purge. My house, I mean. I think subconsciously I am gearing up for winter, my least-favorite season. We're stuck inside all winter long, so I get prepared by having my insides cleaned out. And, again, I'm talking house. Then, in the spring, you have to clean out all the junk that accumulated over that long, cold winter. Have I mentioned how much I hate winter?

Anyway, with that in mind, I decided I would try to tackle Charlotte's closet. Now, keep in mind, I've had Charlotte's closet pretty much the same since before she was born. It needed a bit of an overhaul. We don't really need a boppy pillow anymore, nor do we need bottle liners or seven empty wipes containers. Yes, really, while cleaning, I found seven empty wipes containers. I'm sure I kept them because I thought I could use them for something at some point. I blame that train of thought entirely on my mother. But, being in a purging mood, I finally tossed them. (But, don't worry, Mom, I did actually put them in the recycling!) I also recycled like 423 empty plastic hangers.

Monday, August 8, 2011

Torture at the hair salon

With the sounds of screams and wails still echoing in my mind, I am sitting down to write about the horrific experience of Charlotte's first hair cut. Or, if she were telling the story: the day my parents tied me down and tortured me while they took pictures and ignored my screams for help.

I've been pondering Charlotte's first hair cut for a while. I know you shouldn't compare siblings, but some things are just obvious. Molly has curls. My curls. They started showing up before she was 1, and we were able to delay her first hair cut until she was about 3 and a half. With curls, you can't see the unevenness of hair growth. It just looks cute and curly. Charlotte has more of the Lafferty hair, because, with the exception of a couple of cow-licks, it is stick straight.

Now, being a curly girl myself, this straight hair business baffles me. When Charlotte's hair appeared to be headed in the straight direction, I started thinking what we should do with it. (I say "we," but really it was me. Cory, I don't think, put one iota of thought into Charlotte's hair style, unless it was me asking him what he thought of my idea.) My mind immediately went to the adorable little girls with their cute, straight bobs. (Think Suri Cruise when she was younger.) It was settled. That's what we were going to do. But, I didn't know at what age to do it. I didn't want to make her grow up too fast, after all, she's still my baby. However, her mullet in the back was starting to drive me absolutely crazy. I waffled back and forth for quite a while.