Hair.

I've decided that it's kind of lame to not use my kids' real names here. Nobody even calls Milo "butter bean". I did for a little bit, and still do but not very often, it never really stuck. We still sometimes call Amelia "Peaches" but it feels kind of fake whenever I type the nicknames. So they're Amelia and Milo from now on.

And Amelia (at age 4 almost!!!) just had her first haircut yesterday! I gave her the choice of going to a salon to have it done or have me do it. She chose me, so yesterday I plopped her down in front of Peep and started chopping. So far the only picture I have is this one from my phone.

And she has school pictures today, so I'm excited to see how they turn out. Now if only I could get around to doing something with my head of unruliness.

Cheer up, damnit!

How can life possibly be so dreary when I hear things like this...

The other night as I was tucking the little girl into bed, she says "you're a really good mama".

Then tonight as I was beating myself up for tossing together (another) lame-o dinner, I said to her "We're going to have some leftover chicken salad and a lettuce salad" to which she replies: "Two salads???!!! What an awesome mom!"

Oh my.

(Photo from shutrbugr.)

Oh dear, oh deer, oh dear.

This is what you get when you type "sad deer" into flickr's search. That and dead deer on the side of the road, but I don't feel dead quite yet, just "blah". I suppose I should give proper credit, it's from tortevogel's photostream. I don't know that person.

But it's what I feel like lately. In a funk. A sad funk. And it makes me even sadder when I think of how badly I've been neglecting my blog. Poor bloggy. I like this blog and I'd like to think it's something I'll be able to keep up. I'd been doing fairly well for a while, but now I fell into the sadness funk and the blog seems to have taken the brunt of it. And I really have nothing to say today, other than "I suck at keeping this up". I do have a few posts that I started and just left as drafts, because I do have things to say usually, just not the motivation to put them here all edited and pretty with correct spelling and ample sarcasm. I'll work on finishing those posts this week and publishing them.

Baby books.

Butter Bean and I enjoyed a little bit of one-on-one time. I read him a book, I think it was the first time he's ever been read to on his own! Very cool. I didn't feel like I had to read it at a preschooler level and he followed along. He really looked at the pictures I pointed to and was pretty much enthralled; much more so than when he just happens to be on my lap when I'm reading to Peach. It's so much fun to watch his development!

The Peach Blogs

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(This is the pic she picked out to post up with her story... Kate, can you tell we miss you guys??!!)