Crazy Hair Day

As part of Lindy's school's Say-No-To-Drugs week, they had a "Crazy Hair Day". After much deliberation Lindy and I came up with this awesome idea:

It looked great. And she loved it. Unfortunately a snowstorm blew in during recess and all but demolished her crazy hair. When we picked her up from school she had a perfectly normal ponytail. Bummer.

First Snow

You would think my Canadian upbringing would endear me a little more to the snow. It did not. As I remarked to someone earlier today, "Why do you think I moved south?...I just didn't move far enough south!"

So here we are. Snow in October. Disgusting.

Other members of my family apparently see things differently. Little Lindy eagerly dressed herself for snowman-building with dad. And, if I'm not mistaken, that's a HUGE smile on that face.

While I snuck out to snap a few photos of Frosty, Curtis managed to venture out (in sock feet) to satisfy his curiosity about all the white stuff on the ground.

Boy, is he going to love the winter time. I just hope he enjoys it from inside. Or at least in boots.

Fashion

On a whim I bought a mullet wig. It was on sale. (What would you do?) I tried it out on Curtis yesterday afternoon. He did NOT like it. For some reason, however, he refused to touch it. So he wandered around for a while, crying in desperation, as his mom snapped picture after picture of his adorable mulleted face. (I eventually had pity and took it off.)

(Notice how blurry the picture is? I seriously couldn't stop laughing!)

In other fashion news, someone please tell me why my daughter thinks these two colors create an "awesome" ensemble?

My Poor Sweet Husband

Last night Lindy and I finished the last chapter of Anne of Green Gables. As a follow up we watched the first half of the movie this afternoon.

As we reached the tearful scene where Anne and Diana are saying goodbye to each other, fated to never be "bosom friends" again, Ian plopped himself on the couch, rolled his eyes, and proceeded to complain about the dramatics of women.

Poor Ian. In a roomful of overly-dramatic females he is not about to gain a flood of support. After giving him my version of the "stink eye" I suddenly had a vision of the future...and it was at that moment I experienced profound sympathy for my dear, innocent husband. In 6 short years we will enter the teenage years...with two daughters.

He won't know what hit him.

Episode II

Before anyone accuses me of bad parenting...I'd like to point out that Lindy set it all up on her own. I just happened to arrive, camera in hand, for the grand finale.

She's a brave little girl.