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The girls both had doctor appointments yesterday. I had to hold them both down for shots. Sigh…it is just wrong to make a momma do that to her babies. Sabrina is just shy of 24 lbs. Tessa is up to 10 lb 4 oz.
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I think January was my last haircut. I got my hair cut at the paint your own pottery place here in town. Did I mention our new town is rather rural? The paint your own pottery shop has a little corner room with a sink and mirror and chair. The space is smaller than my walk in closet. The stylist did a good job but I forgot my northern to southern dictionary. When she asked if I wanted my highlights to be subtle so people didn’t really see them or noticeable I answered noticeable. Up north if I said subtle, I would end up with so few highlights I would end up wondering why I had spent an hour in the salon. But apparently “noticeable” in southern hair negates the word “highlights”. My hair completely changed color. I like it – it just takes a little getting used to. I haven’t been this blond since I was a child. And she cut off about 7 inches of hair…so Steve did a double take when I walked in last night.
Before (I’ve been wearing it up because there has been no discernable style for the past 6 months)
After (please ignore the spacey look on my face – it was getting late and I was tired)
The woman said I had “Marcia Brady hair”. What in the world does that mean?
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Steve and I had our Big! Night! Out! while my mom was here. We found ourselves at dinner talking about various aspects of changing Sabrina’s diaper. The subject was promptly changed. We both had 2 drinks and didn’t have to color on a menu with or cut up food for anyone. I don’t think the restaurant even had crayons. The movie was cute but most importantly was watched uninterrupted. We were home by 9pm.
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Tessa is a sweet baby but we call 7 – 9 pm the witching hours. She often cries inconsolably. It is a little frustrating and very heartbreaking to hear her wail and be unable to soothe her. Describing Tessa’s evening fits, the doctor declared it was “classic colic”. Colic had crossed my mind but I figured it had to be much worse to be colic. We had friends with a colicky baby and when they described it years later it sounded so miserable that I couldn’t believe they had gone on to have more children. Tessa’s must be mild. Not fun but certainly not as horrible (knock on wood) as I’ve heard other parents describe.
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Last night, I went out for 2 hours to get my hair done. This weekend I will leave for most of Saturday to attend Blissdom ’08 (I believe there are still a few seats if anyone local is interested). It is a little frightening to me how foreign and luxurious it feels to leave the house alone.