September 5, 2008

• I’ve done two loads of purely Jamie related laundry today and the only thing worse than a sick kid, is a kid who won’t stop bouncing around the house like a pin ball, long enough to get well.  

  It’s been a busy week for Jamie.  Sunday he said goodbye to his bottle for good.  After truly and heartbreakingly mourning its death for three hours solid with wails and shrieks that would wake the dead, he decided the heart does indeed go on.   Halleighlueighletskillthefattedcalf.    My only complaint would be his lack of sleep (ie. my lack of sleep).   It’s not really bottle related in nature, in that he’s not crying for it or anything, but rather he’s decided he’s too grown up for sleep.  Apparently if he is too big to have a bottle, then he’s also too big to take naps. When we put him to bed at eight, but he talks pleasantly to himself until at least nine which I always vainly hope will result in his sleeping in, but nope, six-thirty a.m. and he’s bouncing on our bed begging for yogurt.  Ugh.  How do two night people produce a morning lark like that?  It seems like a mathematical impossibility:  two even numbers never produce an odd one. 

  I celebrated my twenty-fifth birthday on Wed with a trip to our newest Asian cuisine buffet.  This was like most except that it sported a full mongolian type buffet and a sushi grill.   All you can eat sushi, how much better does it get?   Jamie has been absolutely facinated with monsters lately, to the point that his beloved Finding Nemo has been replaced with Monsters Inc.   He lives, breathes, eats and sleeps all things monster related, and I’m sure the only reason Jim and I haven’t been annihlated by the monster living under our bed is because Jamie heroically sprays it and kills it with a squirt bottle every day.    So it was with awestruck wonder that Jamie breathed “look Daddy… Monsters” at my birthday dinner.  Jim looked round the restaurant until he realized Jamie was staring reverently at a pile of king crab legs.   The thrill was complete when Jim actually gave a *Monster.* to Jamie, who estatically opened and shut the claw long enough for Jim and I to make a couple more trips to the buffet.  Dim sum anyone?

  Call it post partum hormones or maybe just newfound courage but I finally, for the first time in my life, got my hair cut…off. at a salon.   I actually wanted it shorter than I got it, but the girl who cut my hair was being very conservative, and maybe I’m glad she didn’t quite take it up to my ears like I had hapharzadly mentioned. 
  I didn’t have much money, so I went downtown to the Paul Mitchell school and got it cut for twelve dollars from a shy, timid student who looked barely old enough to have her drivers license.   I didn’t think it was a good sign when I had to ask her for her name three times before I could catch the faint whisper of an answer.   She asked me what I wanted and I told her I didn’t care, she could do whatever she wanted, I just didn’t want to look like an old lady or a poodle.  She just stared at me blankly.   I asked her if she had any ideas and she admitted she had none, that she had never cut hair like mine before, which was just oh-so-comforting.   Thankfully she had a very qualified instructor who knew exactly what to do with curly hair.   He walked her meticulously through each step, although he did make her blow dry my hair straight by herself.    A feat that she never did quite accomplish, but I can’t really blame her since it’s impossible to blow dry my hair straight in my opinion (unless you use a ton of product, which she didn’t), and after trying for an hour she finally gave up and used a straightening iron which she confessed in hushed tones, was cheating.  lol. 
  All in all, I think I like it, although I do somewhat resemble a poodle perhaps.  I never would have had the nerve to go through with it if Gabrielle hadn’t gone with me and had an appt at the same time.   I am a creature of habit.

  Not very good at self portraits, but here’s before (taken when Julie was out here):
  

  And after
  

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