While Daddy-O's away, Mommy will play

Shhhhh. Don't tell Daddy-O... but I cut D's hair. Ooooh, he's gonna freak when he sees it! Not that it doesn't look absolutely adorable or anything. You have to understand that when Daddy-O was D's age he looked like the prettiest little girl you'd ever care to see. He had huge brown eyes with lush, thick eyelashes and long, dark hair that hung in perfect ringlets down below his shoulders. A real beauty... unless she's a boy. Then, not so much.

So, if Daddy-O had his way D and B would have long hippy hair. They would also only wear tye-dy and never wear deoderant. I willingly acquiesce on the first but will firmly draw the line at the second once puberty gets around to our house.

We tried the long hair route with B with mixed results. The poor boy has my hair through and through. The best he could ever manage without looking like a vagrant was a mullet. yes. You read correctly. Didn't you realize the mullet is totally making a come back? Well, maybe not the way B wore it, but a come back none the less. You should make the rounds at an elementary school these days. They are filled with mullets, mohawks, fauxhawks and completely unkempt Beatles doos.


Just look at that. That there is pure Joe Dirt mullet. Or at least it would have been if we hadn't buzzed him before he left on the cross-country trip with Nana. B'ness in the front, party in the back.

Of course, if B had his way he'd comb his hair like this.


Kind of makes that ole mullet look good, doesn't it...

So.... this is what D's hair looked like before Daddy-O left for his backpacking trip.


And this is what it looks like now.


Don't you think he looks more grown up this way?

Oh yeah. And D's hairdresser gave us a cat. Everyone, please say hello to Razzmataz.

She's still in hidey-hole mode because we only brought her home last night. She is a beautiful 3 year old calico. Sydney is NOT pleased with losing his only cat status. I'm sure he'll come around though. At 11, he's mostly all howl and growl with very little motivation to back it up.

Daddy-O is going to come home all exhausted from his first backpacking trip in since 9/11 and find that I've gone and acted on my own again. I'm thinking of telling him when we cut off all D's hair there was a kitty under there.