Tag: Hair

  • Look What I Can(‘t) Do

    My life is a lot easier when I remember which things I do well, and admit where I need help. Recently, I made an awesome, fabulous trade that saved me hours and hours of time. Abby had an important event at school.  A really cool event, actually.  Each middle school student picked a notable historical…

  • I have to wash my hair.

    Greg and I have a large capacity for handling sick kids. In the middle of the night, by just the light of the moon and an LED nightlight, we can change vomit-laced sheets, reroute children to new beds, stop bloody noses in less than 5 minutes flat, open up asthmatic airways, and correctly dose medications…

  • The Hairried Truth

    I’m not saying I have under-the-chin hairs. Thick, black hairs that grow out of my lily white skin for everyone to see. But, hypothetically speaking, if I did have under-the-chin hairs, I’d have to find time in my busy schedule to pluck them. We moms are a busy breed. We squeeze in things any way…

  • Cocky or Confident?

    This is a picture of my brother: I’m using it without permission.  I stole it off of his gmail status. It’s not a very good picture.  (Why are you using this picture, Jeff?  You look like you’re being successfully hypnotized.) I’m just calling it right now – I’ve already managed to make my mom really…