This is me... uh... 3 hours ago. It's also been me the last, I don't know, 10 years. You see all through high school I had super super super short hair. You know, the "pixie cut," it was shorter than most boys' hair. Short. And most of the time bleached almost white. When I was a senior I decided I better grow it out so it would be long when I got married. What a good planner I have always been. I don't know if it was the hair in this picture or the angle of the camera or the outfit or the "baby weight." But... I look rather stocky in this picture. It's okay. You can agree. We're friends.
Then today... I visited Julie... and goodbye last ten years of the same boring hair cut! Hello sexy mama! I do think this picture (or the new haircut) makes me look more figure-ly. I have always felt wide in the front and slim on the sides. Child bearing hips I guess.
Kole has started to pitch fits. It came straight out of left field. (Where does that saying originate?) One day, he is sweet little Koley. Angelic, charismatic, easy going. Next day, I'm asking myself who the heck are you?! Now, for those of you who know Kolester- he doesn't cry. Like ever. Occasionally when he gets really tired he'll cry for a nap. But most of the time he just watches the breeze blow by. He'll point and wave and observe. Best baby. Unless....
Unless he happens to be carrying an object. Most likely an object he shouldn't be holding. Like today he was holding a lint roller. I don't know where he got it- I just looked down and he had a lint roller. So, after shining up my Mother Badge, I bent down to take it from him. But those chubby hands were not letting go.
"Come on, Koley. You can't play with this."
His eyebrows furrow and his knuckles turn white.
I try reasoning with the laddy but he's only 10 months old. Reasoning is... pointless.
So! I take it. I overpower the cub and take the lint roller. In the past, this would have been no big thing he would have scurried off to find a paperclip to stick in alight socket or so scissors to crawl with. But, today, it was different. I took the lint roller and the sky came a-tumblin' down. He screamed. His body shook. He fisted his hands and yelled. Angry tears leaked out of his eyes. He wasn't crying- he was just pissed off. I think he was yelling at me. I know my laughing didn't help. I was just so surprised. He had never made these sounds before.
Later, I had closed the baby gate and Kole didn't like that either. It wasn't anywhere near the fit we had with the lint roller, but I think he was swearing at me. In his own way.
Ken has laughed really hard at some things I have done recently and I just don't get what's so funny about them.
1. I called the radio station and requested a song. When I told Ken he was up in ka-hoots! Like he had never heard of such a ridiculous thing before. I told him people did it all the time and he didn't really believe me. What is so funny about that? In case you are wondering I requested Rihanna's "Breaking Dishes" and the radio station said they didn't have it. I told them they should get it. And they told me it doesn't work that way. I was confused. What way? We went back and forth for awhile. I wasn't my nicest. And I didn't get to hear my song.
2. It's been hotter lately. Finally. Like high 70s, maybe? We were taking a walk with Kole and I said "It's a scorcher out here!" Again- Ken was in hysterics. He thought "scorcher" was so funny. What is so funny about that? It really was hot out. I thought the day should definitely be classified as "scorcher." I don't know.
It's another scorcher out today and Koley is sleeping. So I am going out on the deck to read. Bon Soir!
