Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Mom Hair


Not his hair. Mine.

Holy crap. I have Mom Hair. I got it here, and I do not think I'll be going back. Ever. Not even to ask them to FIX IT, because, as Ben pointed out, I don't have a lot of hair left right now. So, if you see me in the next month or so, don't comment on the lunch lady cum PTA president coif I have going on. I've had this do (don't) for a couple of weeks now, but I realized it was Mom Hair just yesterday when I noticed that it FEATHERS when it air dries.

Okay, that's all with the hair. Just had to get it off my chest so if you do see me you won't think, "Oh my goodness. Sarah has the hair cut of a much older, fatter, and pastier woman. Do you think she knows?" Boy does she.

Here's Harry at the farmers market and Harry saying good bye to our old place and deciding he doesn't like the way grass feels on his knees. Harry, if you're reading this in a few years, so sorry about the blue hat. The green one, however, I'll stand by. Ditto the awesome short shorts.

How big is Harry?

That's not a sun burn, I swear.

See, look. He has some hilarious sunscreen

Peek a boo!

Harry, Daddy, and the Capitol. Check out how cool harry is-- Robeez with no socks!

"Yummy. I always wanted to eat this, but my excersaucer was in the way. It's as delicious as I thought it would be."

Ha ha! Your Mom dresses you funny.

Oh yeah. I dress you funny,

Grass? Not so cool witb shorts on.

2 comments:

Jamie said...

You crack me up. I went to bed with wet hair and though I had Pretty Woman Julia Roberts hair when I woke. Theo informed me that I did not. Jerkface. So jealous you went to the Farmer's Market. Kettle Corn? Chocolate covered croissants? And flowers. heaven. We should meet up there sometime.

Anonymous said...

Wow...but not quite as bad as the one I gave you. Thank goodness it's not rush and you have to stand in the back.