Breakfast of Champions

Saturday mornings aren't like all the rest. We keep our pj's on longer than usual and instead of rushing out the door, we get to stay at home. This past Saturday started out like most days of the week because we all have to eat. With Andrew still in bed, Carson and I started out the morning by making his favorite, oatmeal with applesauce when he spied with his little eyes- COOKIES!

Now, these particular cookies were not eaten because they were hard as rocks and kind of old, not my best batch. He grabs one of the rocks. Apparently, they were good enough for him. After grabbing one, he looks at me. I look at him back. My face was obviously neither approving or disapproving because he grabbed another cookie--don't you know that you have to have one for each hand?

By the look on his face he was happy to have two cookies but still not sure of he was going to get away with having cookies for breakfast. After thinking about it for a second, my first instinct was to take the cookies away causing a meltdown so early in the morning and make him eat his "regular and quite boring breakfast" or I could make him eat his breakfast and his cookie. Even to me the second option sounded much better, for him and me, so cookies for breakfast is exactly what we did.


Speaking of cookies, I have been trying to work out every day before the sun rises because if I don't do it at the crack of dawn I am a) too busy with everything else and b) it won't happen so sleep gets sacrificed. As a result, I leave my equipment out to save time in the morning. Which until Saturday had been fine because all Carson played with was the ball.


Well, this Saturday morning cookies must have given him super power strength because following breakfast, he decided to try lifting my weights. Well, 5 lbs to a kids that weighs only 21 lbs is pretty heavy. Consequently, the weights tumbled to the floor and cracked the tile...at least they didn't crack his feet. They say you are what you eat and although the cookie was like a rock it didn't give him super power strength. The plan; feed him more spinach before we let him weight train to avoid further household damages....and put the weights away after using them.

Mug Shot

I was due for a hair cut and I rarely plan this type pf thing, I just call the day when I have time and go within the hour. I tell the lady that I want a trim up to my shoulders and that she could layer it because I was loosing my curl and I straighten my hair frequently. So, I am sitting there getting to know her pretty well and I she started cutting in the back and I can't see but it is getting shorter and shorter. When she was done she hands me a mirror and has me look at the back.

I was nice, but I guess she could tell form the look on my face that I was pretty shocked and not that happy. Keep in mind that the front is still past my shoulders. She immediately starts straightening it, which helped because straight hair is much longer than curls. But then she acted like she was all done and I asked her, "um, are you going to leave the front long like this?" She says something and then I showed her how I would like the front (but I am not the one that went to school for this.

I didn't cry like I did last time someone butchered my hair but I learned a valuable lesson,

1. when you ask for what you want never say, "or whatever you think would work for my hair"

2. wait for your regular hair lady.

When I was done and paying, this girl who was waiting starts gushing about how much she liked my hair and how she had a hair cut last time that looked just like it. Normally, I would be flattered but her hair looked like a rats nest....because that's the look I was going for.