I have had that stupid Beastie Boys song "No Sleep 'Till Brooklyn" in my head. Why? Because we're EXHAUSTED.
The last 3 nights Jenna has been waking up CONSTANTLY screaming. We've checked everything and she's fine. Or she seems to be. Friday night I thought it was the cold but she's feeling better and was ok last night. Even after she had her cold meds and her Tylenol she'd wake up screaming.
The only thing I can think of is separation anxiety? Is that what happens at this stage of 8.5 months? Poor Tripp thought he was going to have a nice restful Labor Day weekend and he's dragging.
The bottom picture is Jenna trying to help me write this blog. When I get on the computer she wants to help so she stands here and excitedly starts pressing the keys and usually sends my screen to places I don't want to be. She's really aggressive about it too. Here she comes as I type this.
So, my hair. I got my hair cut yesterday and I'm really not happy. I'm not sure what happened between the time I told my hairdresser that I couldn't stand having all this hair on my neck to the time he decided what he was going to do with it. Normally he does a great job. My hair is very hard to cut properly and I can't just go to anyone. I currently feel like I have a mini-mullet. He was chopping off so much hair I never noticed how much length he left in the back. The sides are to about my chin but the length in the back is driving me crazy. He difussed (sp?) it so it was curly and I never noticed how long it was in the back until I showered. I'm debating whether I want to call him and have him take more off. But who has time for that?
1 comment:
I wish they still had those pajamas.They're cute.
Tripp looks tired!
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