Snapshot Sunday 07-12-09

Just got back from a long weekend reunion-ing and we're tired. Sacked. Worn plumb out. So after everyone else went to bed and I'd cleaned out the car, I remembered it was Sunday and took this picture. I seriously thought about taking it from five different angles and calling it a night.

But I didn't. So here are four more.







Have a lovely week!

How it began.

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Heart Rockin' Mama
Sherry
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Jessica
Leslie

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How do you know when something is really delicious?

That was really delicious.

Hair stylin'

First, before I forget, if you want to see a video I took of a cute little adolescent skunk, go here.

I decided that I wanted lilac streaks in my hair, so I called up my hair stylist - who is also a dear friend - and scheduled a time to come in when Matt could watch the kids. Then Hannah found out what I was doing and wanted to come with me. Then Ainsley wanted to come. Then Hannah wanted to get purple and blue streaks. Then Ainsley wanted to dye her hair "awwl da way pink".

Red hair doesn't take dye well, and Ainsley's hair is nowhere near long enough to even attempt streaks, so that was out. We've tried dyeing Hannah's hair with kool-aid before, but it would burn her scalp, so I didn't think this would go over too well. Still, she was adamant that it would be fine, and neither her father nor I cared if she did it. Hair grows out. So she looked at the color book with me and ended up picking pink. I stuck with the purple.

I've never had my hair dyed professionally before, so this was an experience for both Hannah and me. She watched me get my hair done and then she jumped up in the seat with no hesitation.


Of course, some of that lack of hesitation has to do with the fact that she adores Shannon. Like all hairdressers, Shannon is a pro at conversation and every time Hannah gets her hair trimmed, Shannon talks with her as if she were an adult client. It's lovely.

After we both got done, we had to sit and wait for the dye to sink in and Matt got his hair trimmed. Ainsley kept staring at me with a funny expression on her face, not unlike the time I shaved my head. I did look a little different with all that foil in my hair.



Ainsley *really* wanted a turn on the chair, so we told her that after I got my hair shampooed and rinsed, she could get her hair trimmed. The first trim of her little life. ("No, second," Hannah reminded me. "Remember when I cut her hair?") As soon as my body lifted off the chair, Ainsley's little body was squirming up into it. She loved her new little bob (she doesn't have much hair - especially for a nearly three year old).



After Hannah's shampoo and rinse, Grayson got the first trim of his short life also.



Matt loves it, I don't. I want my little baby back.

So this is how Hannah and I look now.



Hannah's is vibrant and much cuter in person. I was surprised at how fantastic it looks on her.



Mine is not so noticeable. I went to the store today and Hannah had to tell the cashier that her mother's hair was purple after which the cashier looked closer and said "Huh! You're right! That's really pretty." So it's not *exactly* what I was going for, but I am in no way disappointed. I like it very much.



In conclusion, this is what happens when Mother schedules a hair appointment for herself so that Father can watch the kids for a few hours by himself. The entire family gets their hair done.

You should know this.

My brother informed me that today, at four seconds until 12:35, it will be 12:34:56 7/8/9.

That's purty cool.

Park day.

Well, kind of. For a short time, it was park day. We needed to kill a few hours in town before my hair appointment so we went to a local park called 'Storybook Park'. Most of the playground equipment is themed, from storybooks of course.

There's the (pretty pathetic) climbing wall.

There are the dragon slides,


and the unicorn slide. Oh, the unicorn slide.


Look at the freckles on that girl. Her cuteness will be the death of me.

There's the racing boat,

the dinosaur pit,
and the castles, one of which, from an alternate angle, doubles as a rocket ship. (And neither of which you get to see, because they're taking too long to load.) Then there's the tot area with bugs, a farmyard, and a shark. You'll just have to trust me about how cute those are because I want to go to bed and that won't happen tonight if I try to load the pictures.

The swings weren't themed. My kids love swings. I should say that my girls love swings. Gray's never gotten into them too much. This is pretty much what he thinks of swings.

Have you ever seen a kid protest swings like that before?

Funny story for you. A few years ago, when my sister was living with me, we were both pregnant and suffering from severe short-term memory loss. Our kids loved swings and we would spend hours - hours, I tell you - pushing our two girls on the swings. One day we went to the city park for a town celebration and while we were sitting on the grass I noticed that the swing sets miraculously had two empty swings. I turned to my sister and said "Does Emma like swinging?" Seriously. "Does Emma like swinging." As if I hadn't been pushing Emma on the swings daily for the last month. And the best part is, my sister turned to me and said "I don't know." Then she turned to her husband and asked "Do you think she'd like to swing?" He looked at both of us as if we were crazy and took the girls over to the swing set.

Style or utility? Where does your wardrobe fall?

When we pulled the dress-up clothes out of their boxes, there was much rejoicing. The girls dug in immediately.

Hannah went for style. Ignore that expression. She really is rejoicing.


Ainsley, however, went for utility - a ballerina dress went on and she didn't stop moving until the music went off.





Want to see real rejoicing?

Serious rejoicing. Serious enough that it inspired her sister to get in on the act.

And all is right with the world again.

I'm thinking that our run of pictures in which the wardrobe included no dress-up clothes is over.

Snapshot Sunday 07-05-09

How it began.

Other snapshots -
Sherry
Bona Fide Mama
Sunny Day Mama
Jessica is joining us today!
Ramblings
Rinnyboo

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Ainsley's birth pictures.

I pulled these over from my old private family blog to share with some friends. And I didn't include any pictures of the actual birth. You're welcome.

Ainsley was my first homebirth, and it was surprisingly less intense than my pitocin-induced labor in the hospital with Hannah.



An hour and a half into labor I woke Matt up to take this picture ("It's not labor," he said. "Go back to sleep."). Four hours later, he was holding Ainsley.






Karen, our midwife, doing all of the measurements a few hours after the birth. She waited until we were good and ready to let someone else hold the baby. Such a difference from a hospital birth.



And that's me, fifteen minutes after I gave birth. It was amazing to be able to recover completely at home, wherever I felt most comfortable.

Sidenote: Ainsley came into this world staring (check out the picture of her with Matt - that's two minutes, max, after she was born), and didn't sleep for over twelve hours. I was sure at the time that it had something to do with the lack of medication contributing to an alert baby, but after almost three years with her, I'm thinking that it was mostly her personality.

A strange thing happened on the way to Photobucket.

I was moving my pictures from the camera to the computer when the computer just shut off. No idea why. When I turned it back on, most of the pictures that had been in transit were unusable - simply icons with no details or image. So sad, so many fun pictures gone.

So. Here's what we have today - one snapshot of each of the kids. Three of the five pictures that made it.



(Sorry. It's what I had.)

I live at a spa.

Some women complain about never being able to get away and pamper themselves at a spa. Not me. I live at a spa.

Sauna? Walking into a bathroom where little girls turned the hot water on high, walked out, shut the door, and forgot about it. (this also counts as mopping the floor)

Massage? Lying on the floor relaxing and little girls decide to use your back as a dance floor. (this also counts as going to the chiropractor)

Mud bath? Pssh. That's an every day occurence here.




Nice comfy place to relax after a long day at the spa? We got ya covered.



Pleasant dreams!

Lesson learned.

Lesson learned by them: cousins enjoy playing dress-up in Mommy and Daddy's clothes as much as you do.


Lesson learned by Mommy: when cousins come over to play and get very quiet upstairs, you might want to go check on them.


But if you do, you just might miss out on cuteness of this magnitude.