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Blue Hair

At two years old he cried and refused the idea- blue in his hair.

Haircuts at that moment were difficult- when we tried a couple different places, where he was held in the chair while some cut rapidly, clippers hidden away in an effort to keep him calm.

The scissor cuts were never straight.


The offer of a rock-star blue hair style was a bribery in an attempt to even get him near the chair willingly- which utterly failed.

A step up from the normal spiked hairdo that usually dried his tears that was never reached.

His first haircuts were easy and quick- the clippers going deftly around the ears and a little spike in the middle to make toddlers happy.

Then he rallied against them, and once was even a team effort with myself and Mr. Wonder to get him in a chair without tears.

We did take a break when his first calm haircut in a year led to a cut behind his ears from the clippers.

After three his hair grew longer. Less trips to haircuts, more opinion from Wonder Boy lent to longer haircuts.

I would take him in when he started to resemble a Beatle around the ears.

Longer hair in the summer meant long bold cold streaks that came in overnight.

A wedding came and went with only a little trim in the front and around the ears.

Funny enough, as cute as Wonder Boy was with his blond hairlights that never seemed to be trimmed away I mised the buzzy cut of his youth.


Especially when it was time to wash it.


Part of it, I'm sure, was just the nostalgia or when he was a toddler.

Part of it was how much older he looked with very hair cut.

This last haircut was sorely needed and I told him we'd cut it shorter for tee ball.

No hair shoved out of the back of tangled in a batting helmet.

No worries about that morning tangle that still happened on the way to preschool most days, making me wonder why I brushed it at all.

He gets to OK the haircut, since it's his hair and I knows he behaves better if he is confident about what is happening.

So when we drove the half hour to the mall that has his favorite haircut place, I told him I'd like it short for baseball but he can have them style it however he wanted.


He said he wanted it blue.



Dancing Amazon and Zumba class

I hadn’t been able to try the Zumba class that was best for my schedule let, so when the planets barely aligned yesterday I threw Wonder Boy out at preschool and dashed to our YMCA to make the class.

I was unnaturally early, but since it was my first run I was happy.

Lil’ Wonder was dropped off in the kids room and I got lost trying to remember where the exercise room was with the mirrors where I assumed the class was.

In every other class I’ve taken being 10 minute early was essential for a good spot. In this case, you’re left alone in a room staring at the floor and warming up your ankles because you’re not entirely sure what condition they are in, yawning because the baby had another bad night of sleep.

Then I caught my reflection in the mirror and had a reminder of why I was there- the round midsection where lately I’ve gotten comments about my pregnancy (of which there is a definite lack thereof). Therefore I decided to wear a tight shirt so I could remember to suck in my gut and work those abs even more.

Posture is essential, ladies.

Right before class started the floodgate opened and a bunch of little Asian ladies and some curvaceous women came in.

Standing with the petite instructor in front strapping on her headset, I quickly realized I might be the youngest in the room, and definitely the tallest.

In a sea of arm shakin’, salsa steppin’ women in tees and leggings I was a pink- covered Amazon, little black shorts I had to pull down after every song and my tight Bethenny tour shirt making a statement where in the back someone I think I could hear a woman in sweats and a tee shirt scowl.

Zumba class was a blast. I haven’t really danced since the flash mob of 2011 and missed it so I knew I would enjoy it. My rhythm went out somewhere where I lost a little of my self confidence but I’m hoping that as I keep going I feel more secure and really get to rock it like the woman in the front smiling and shakin’ it the entire time.

You go, girl.


Part of feeling graceful in actions is the confidence and security that I know what I’m doing. I had an awkward 10-minute start with an exercise bike earlier this week that left my butt hurting and my resolve to try the elliptical next time instead.

I do best in a class structure so hopefully over the next few months I can keep this in the schedule and maybe consider another session- there’s several offered during the week, though this is the only convenient one for me.

I also enjoyed the almost 900 calories I burned in that class.

For my ladies who are exercising (who doesn’t have more of that on their 2014 list?) how do you feel the most comfortable working out? Do you feel graceful?

Did you ever Zumba?

Three reasons I’m smiling today

I hadn’t bought Glamour for a while. I missed it, but I wanted to bring down my magazine consumption and Redbook fits my life a little better right now.

However, I couldn’t pass up an article with Shakira, my favorite favorite.

I’ve adored her since her US debut and was familiar with her before thanks to a color guard instructor that listened to Spanish music while we were warming up.

I spent years wanting her hair. I can’t even achieve it if I damage the heck out of it so here I am with fine, limp ( but shiny and healthy) hair still coveting that Brigitte Bardot bedhead.


Christina Ricci, who looks like me but smaller, might just make me watch Lifetime next weekend.

She’s starring in a film about Lizzie Borden.

My can’t sleep trick is to turn on a Biography (the TV show) audio book and listen to that until I pass out.
I’ve almost exclusively done women- Joan of Arc, Pocohontas, Grace Kelly.
Lizzie Borden is in there, though I have to say the eerie music had, a couple of times, creeped me out as I was sleeping.
She is fascinating. I mean, she was a chronic shoplifter and lived in a home a generation behind in technology (that’s like a family that hasn’t yet accepted computers) and apparently got fed up with being broke and un-cool.
Set your DVR’s for some at least over-the-top dramatic music.

I admit I had a big moment when I realized how that I was turning 35 this year.

35 to me is a new checkbox on questionnaires and a recollection of a fashion magazine saying no miniskirts after 35. BUT I happened to click on a link with Sandra Bullock’s London premiere of Gravity minidress and realized that all will be right with the world.

If she can rock them at her age I certainly can for at least a few more years (first things first- lose enough weight to fit into one I already own).

Eight years

Eight years ago I got to be a princess.



Eight years ago I stood in front of friends and family covered with lace and married my high school sweetheart.

In eight years we’ve stuffed in a lot.

Honeymoon in Hawaii.
Two kids.
Two homes.
A mortgage for forever and a car payment come and gone.
One car accident and an unplanned trip to where Rodney King was beaten late at night.
Three jobs and dozens of trips to the beach.
A California coast road trip that meant 37 hours on the road with a toddler and 19 times we pushed the ‘play’ button on ‘Cars”.
Hundreds of Starbucks coffees delivered out of love and pity for a 7 a.m. start to an outdoor job in the summer.
Three bounce houses rented.
Two Christmases and one Thanksgiving hosted.
Too many dinners to admit that didn’t turn out right but were eaten anyway and were deemed OK.
So many spaghetti dinners you banned them in our first couple years of marriage (they got back on the menu again).
Seven years of Disneyland annual passes.
Two funerals.
Too many friends come and gone out of our lives.
Two trips to the House of Blues to watch gigs and one trip backstage.
Ten pumpkins carved.
Seven real Christmas trees and one artificial tree.
One Christmas tree-scented candle to make up for the lost pine tree smell.
All the times I drove to your work just so I could have you check the air pressure on my tires because I thought the car was driving a little funny.
Four bouquets of a dozen of roses delivered.
The Transformers franchise, The entire How I Met Your Mother series and Ree Drummond’s entire blogging career.

I can’t wait to see what we can add to the list next.


Bath time smells sweet with Episencial

Disclaimer: I was given samples of the following Babytime! by Episencial products to review. No other compensation was given. All opinions are my own.

Being pulled in two to three directions at any given time during the day, it can be hard to find time for the baby that is not directly food or sleep related.

My favorite time to snuggle with Lil’ Wonder is in the morning, when I’ve woken up for the day and usually so has he, and after eating we sit in the glider and rock for a while.

My second favorite time is bath time.


I’ve made it a balancing act, throwing my older son in the tub to play, then washing Lil’ Wonder, then when he is done laying him in his crib and washing Wonder Boy’s hair before pulling him out of the tub.

Sometimes that works- sometimes, it’s chaos.

However, our boys love their baths.

Lately we’ve scrubbed up with Episencial’s Playful Wash, which left a sweet citrus scent on Lil’ Wonder’s hair that I just love to breathe in. The product is fragrance free- the scent comes from tangerine oil, and a little gel went a long way toward getting a little body clean this morning after a rather messy diaper.

Both of my boys have sensitive skin, so I love using products with ingredients that come from nature- many scrapes and irritated spots on Wonder Boy have gotten a swipe of coconut oil on them (and I love it as a lip balm).

It’s also perfect since timing wise- a lot of our baths happen in the mornings, leaving a fresh start for the day.(And a good smelling one!)

Wonder Boy has been taking swimming lessons at our local YMCA and gets the red irritated skin to show for it (I have him take lessons in the indoor pool to keep him out of the sun and it is well-chlorinated water).

The unscented Soothing Cream is a rich but quick-absorbing lotion that is great for the little red patches that show up on his arms and behind his knees after his turn in the pool. I take extra care with those spots, otherwise he scratches them and makes them much worse.

I’m also using it on Lil’ Wonder’s cradle cap- something Wonder Boy also had as a baby.

I’ve also used it on me after the many hand-washings following the changing of diapers.

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