One of the women in my life who has significantly helped me to grow up is known to remind people to “change the things you can.” There are a lot of things I can’t change right now…the economy and the havoc it is/will continue to wreak on people’s financial lives, that some mornings are filled with the aroma of poo that has shot out all over an 18 month old’s crib to soil everything from his aardvark to his hair, that it is raining just enough to keep us inside, that the acid in my stomach has decided not to stay where it should but instead shoots up into my esophagus and sometimes even my mouth all night long, that I cannot for the life of me figure out how to sleep sitting up, that doing the laundry is a chore without end….
I needn’t continue. Your list is just as interesting and probably funnier than mine, but one thing is certain, these are things over which I possess zero power. I cannot persuade them to go away. I cannot argue my way to a different outcome. I can choose to handle them with grace or grumbling, but ultimately they are things over which I must stiffen my upper lip and walk through.
The point of changing the things you can is to offer a wee bit of light into what may appear to be so dark. The adage has never sounded so loudly as in the area of hairstyle. It’s time to git mah hairs cut (is twice a year not enough? I suppose May and November are my months to cut, but perhaps that needs to be more frequent. Maybe I should change what I can more frequently so as not to let the pressure build up quite as much in between). Anyway, I am intending to have a lovely hairstylist friend do a little chopping and snipping this Saturday. But don’t worry Jud, I’m sure it will grow out by next May.
Notice the pillow on the bed that Gideon rammed his head into earlier in the day. There are always reminders that he has been somewhere.
And from the side, just so you can see the protrusion.
Completely dressed and attempting to wear a sweatshirt that was not built for expanding bellies. Note the hair length. It is very very long...for now.
Zantac, baby! Wouldn’t have survived my last pregnancy without it. Sounds like your little girl is gonna have some hair! 🙂 Good luck with your own haircut. And sorry, the laundry thing is only gonna get worse, I suppose you already knew that. Be glad you don’t have bunk beds full of peeing preschoolers yet 🙂
oh, Kim! Your hair is gorgeous! (I am trying to grow mine out right now and am more than a tad bit envious of your beautiful length) But I’m sure your haircut will be fantastic. Have fun with it!
As one who’s finally reaching the tail end of the postpartum hair loss, I am coveting your long flowing locks. Be sure to post pics from your new haircut!
And I have a running suit that’s permanently stretched out from my insistence upon wearing it until the final week of pregnancy. I figured tucking it under my belly would work fine, but I guess the underbelly was still too big.
you always look so serious when you take these kind of pictures
i meant to say ‘kinds.’ i know how you are a stickler for grammar.
YAY… i love baby belly pics! you look GREAT! =) and, i really cannot believe how long that beautiful hair of yours is!!! i look forward to seeing what you do… but, i’m jealous of what you’ve got. =) growing back out is such a process, and i’m in the middle of it. yikes.
happy weekend. =)