Lazy Saturday

The mother-in-law came this week to pick up the two oldest kids. She took them home with her to spend some time hanging out, which is nice. However, she didn't take the youngest kid. Apparently he's too much work or something....


Anyway, it's beautiful here today, so we decided to load up the little one and all the gear he requires and head over to the island for a couple of hours. Our regular spot was overcrowded, so we drove down to the residential section and parked by a public access spot. We didn't realize we'd have to hike through the woods and dunes and 500 degree sand to reach the actual water. It was well worth the hike though, because it was absolutely perfect. A nice, cool breeze was blowing and the water was so warm it felt like bath water. Even better, there weren't many people around.







We even stopped on the way home to take pictures of wildflowers growing on the side of the road.
Life just doesn't get much better than today.

"Hair" apparent

I have a love/hate relationship with my hair. I love the color, but I have zero skills when it comes to managing my mane. My hair is naturally thin and fine and I've never been able to create a style that will last past the front door. By the time I reach my destination, my hair usually looks something like this:



It has something to do with the humidity and blah blah blah. All I know is that a pony tail is about the only style I can manage.

Until recently.

I discovered the joys of one of those hair straightening/iron thingies. It came with a hairdryer I bought a couple years ago and last month I dug it out of the cabinet out of sheer frustration. I was on my way to an interview and desperate to try anything. To my utter amazement, my frizzy hair magically became straight, smooth and shiny.

This may sound like no big deal to you, but after 30 years of pony tails, it's a start. I have had an occasional decent 'do, but only when I've either paid someone or someone took pity on me for special occasions. For the first time in my life, people have actually complimented me on how my hair looked.

My poor daughter has even had to suffer. When all her friends had the cute braids, her braids were crooked and lopsided. I tried to stick to pony tails with her, but sometimes she'd beg for braids or for me to curl her hair. I'd try to indulge her, but it never ended pretty.

She finally caught on and quit asking for my help. Poor baby seems to have inherited locks identical to my own. I'm crossing my fingers that she'll have better luck figuring things out. Heaven knows I haven't been any help in this area. I've taught her how to burp like a man, but when it comes to doing hair - she's on her own.

Note to self...

It's probably not a good idea to introduce "Baby Got Back" to a kid with a new butt obsession - the week before he leaves to spend time with his straight laced grandmother.