By far, my favorite part of wearing Sylvia on my back is that when her little feet feel the backs of my arms & my elbows, she plays with them with her feet.
My poor 3 year old still can’t reach the pedals on his trike.
Girl is not impressed by the fresh air.
It’s 60 degrees out & I’m so happy that I think I may cry.
I currently have these two hair dyes in my possession. Not sure of which one to go with. & I’m not sure if I want to bleach my hair first & then dye it, or just dye it over my hair & see what happens.
I mean, I love how vibrant it gets when I bleach & dye, but I hate having to deal with my dark roots.
Why was I born with dark hair? Actually, it’s 2014, I should be able to make it so that my hair just grows blonde naturally. Someone make this happen to make my life easier.
I made that new lotion, & have been using it on Sylvia ever since. Well, I think she may be allergic to something in it because she’s had little red bumps all over ever since & has been scratching at her legs (to the point of leaving marks) during diaper changes.
There are only a couple ingredients that are different in this lotion as opposed to the last lotion I made. Almond oil & shea butter. I’m going to make a new batch of lotion without these two ingredients, & the doctor gave me some cortisone cream to help clear it up. But now I’m afraid that she’s allergic to nuts.
There’s no way it could be the detergent we’re using because we’ve been using the same stuff since she was born. The lotion is the only thing we’ve really changed recently. My poor baby.
Having a 3-yo means 75% of the words coming out of his/her mouth are “Why?”.
Oh my god, I am so embarrassed.
We went out to dinner with my parents, like we do weekly these days. Cyrus is such a social little kid, so he’s always getting out of his seat & trying to talk to the people at other tables.
Well, I didn’t hear him because I was nursing Sylvia, but apparently when he went over to the next booth to strike up a conversation, he told the mother that he didn’t like her hair.
If I had heard him, I think I would’ve died right on the spot. I mean, lady had some weird mullet going on, but still!
At least he also told her that he liked her shoes?
Oh my goodness, this kid is just too sweet.
Cyrus got a balloon from the restaurant we went to at lunch. Kid is crazy about balloons. But he’s always trying to make them fly away, & I never understood why until today.
We have the door open to the apartment to let some fresh air in the house since it’s around 50 degrees out. Well, he was playing behind me at the door with his balloon, quietly singing.
I listened closely, & he was singing about his balloon floating high in the sky, all the way to its home. It was then I noticed that he had let go of the balloon out the door.
He was so happy & proud of himself for sending the balloon home.