Day 62 – March?

I’m having a really hard time believing it’s already March. Maybe it’s the lingering sub-zero temperatures. Maybe it’s the snow that just won’t stop. Maybe it’s the fact that life has just been so hectic that it feels like we’ve been in a full-on sprint since Christmas.

And anyone who knows me knows exactly how I feel about sprinting.

But here we are. It’s officially spring and the high today was 9.

9 degrees.

We didn’t even reach double digits.

And with a few really busy weeks stacked one on top of another recently, I honestly didn’t feel bad at all about spending a lazy weekend indoors building Lincoln Log houses with the kiddos, watching episodes of Anthony Bourdain’s Parts Unknown, playing video games (Stevie and I are revisiting the old Kingdom Hearts games and the kids have even started playing too). I even read a book this weekend–Theft By Finding by David Sedaris.

And you know what? It felt really good. Maybe I didn’t cross a whole lot of things off that endless to-do list we have around here but hey, I exterminated a damn mouse this week. I feel like that earned me a brief respite from adulting.

And as quickly as life is moving these days, sometimes a little downtime is good for the soul.

Day 61 – And the best bedhead award goes to

Who else would it be but Henry?

I’m honestly at a loss of how to solve this kid’s crazy hair problems short of shaving him bald. I don’t know if it’s just a wicked cowlick, something about the way I’m cutting his hair, or maybe he’s got some sort of weird electricity running through his little body that makes his hair perpetually stand on end. We’ve tried wetting it, combing it, slicking it down with extra hold mousse but honestly everything we’re tried has only made things worse.

Plus, Henry has decided he likes his crazy hair (he thinks it makes him look like two of his favorite cartoon characters, Hiro from Big Hero 6 and Sora from the Kingdom Hearts video games) so he’s taken to running away from us every time we tell him we want to help him with his hair.

At this point, it doesn’t even really bother as much as it cracks me up. As long as his hair is clean, I don’t really care if it’s sticking up all over the place. I’ve got much bigger battles to fight with this kid. 😉

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