I haven't had my hair colored since October. This is out of the norm for me. I personally like to date my stylist at least every 10-12 weeks, however, he is really wanting to see me every 6-8. He is high maintenance and somewhat demanding of my time, but we're good for each other.

Last weekend, I was having Dave inspect my head. Right in the area where I would pull a side pony tail, or sport the "half up-half down" look. He finally sighs and says, "Just go get your hair dyed."

Parker, who is standing outside my bathroom gasps, and exclaims, "Oh no Mommy! Your hair died!"

Well, I guess that's one way to describe gray...

Peekish

Maybe you have heard of it...it's a relatively new language, and was started in a small tribe in Snohomish County. Here are a couple of examples of it's key phrases:

Wash-a Sho? (watch a show)
Wudge U (love you)
You Sunny (you funny)
Peas Six it, it brote (please fix it, it's broken)
One Two Free Sour Sive Six...(1 2 3 4 5 6...)
Nate Choo (thank you)
Welcub Mommy, Welcub (You are welcome Mommy, you are welcome)

Before long, you will be able to purchase Rosetta Stone DVDs at your local mall kiosk.

Wait for it...

Slip Sliding Away

My youngest child is naughty.
My youngest child is lovely.
My youngest child is crazy.
My youngest child is tricky.
My youngest child is snuggly.
My youngest child is thoughtful.
My youngest child is hysterical.

My youngest child might be finished taking a nap.

When asked why he isn't napping, my youngest child replies with a sly grin (imagine head cocked sideways, shoulders up, hands bent backwards...) "How?"

My youngest child thinks that he will skate through life on his sharp wit and good looks.

I will now attempt to break him of that.

Without laughing.