What a weekend...

This weekend was one of those weekends that when it is over you are more tired than when it started. Members of my family were invited to 2 girls birthday parties this weekend. One was for a 6 year old- no boys allowed. The other was for a 16 year old--the boys outnumbered the girls 4 to1. Isn't it funny how we change the older we get.

Then Sunday was my baby's third birthday. All of my kids are getting so big. I try not to get too sentimental at birthday time, it is too depressing. My oldest will be in the youth group starting this summer-then driving-then graduating from high school------see where that train of thought takes you. Anyway, back to the baby( she refers to herself as that-- " mamma, your baby is hungry"), she is not now, nor ever has been a baby. Well, maybe for about the first 2 days of her life. She was born ready to meet and conquer the world. She loves life and everything about it. I think she was born walking and talking. She knows everyone, is interested in everyone and all of the details of their lives. I think we know more about the clerks at every store we visit than they would like us to know. She also knows when someone walks by us speaks Spanish and says "hola" instead of hello. People that don't even like kids will stop and talk to her. It is always an interesting adventure to go somewhere with her. I hope she doesn't lose her zeal the older she gets. I told her that when she turned three that meant she was a big girl so no more diapers. She has been potty trained for about 6 months, just wearing a diaper at night. She said ok, and has been getting up in the night to go. I know that there will be accidents but at least she was willing to try. After almost 11 years of buying diapers for one child or another, I think I have finally completed that phase of my life. I haven't decided how I feel about that yet.

My other daughter just turned 6 and lost her first tooth on Sunday. And so the cycle begins again.

So, Sunday was a very exciting day--Birthday--lose a tooth--my oldest son decided he didn't want to leave church early to celebrate his sister's birthday, so he hid when it was time to leave-- had to look for him for 30 minutes. How do you deal with all of this life change and frustration in one day ? Exactly-- you go get a haircut. I guess that probably isn't a very good solution. The way things happen around here I will be bald by Wednesday.

Actually, "the haircut" has become an annual event for my sister and I. Someone recently asked about the signs of spring. Around here it is the haircut. Time to get rid of all that long winter growth and start over fresh for spring. If you have read my sister's post you have seen her version of the story. We have completely different personalities but manage to pick out almost the same hairstyle. Hers always has that little added flair to show the unique style she has. When you get old like us sometimes it is hard to show off your personality without people thinking you are weird, or you give up and dress like the masses. She has always remained true to herself. She has toned it down some with maturity but she still has a style that is all her own. No matter what anyone else thinks, I think her hair looks great.

I still haven't decided about mine. I always want that extra edge, to be a little wild, but always end up back at conservativeville. The comment I got last year from my wonderful husband was" It's nice...for a short haircut." This year he actually told someone it looked nice. ( he thinks I should let my hair grow out..Think Crystal Gayle, if you remember her.) So if he happens to read this, thanks for the compliment and thanks for understanding. I'm trying not to be " tons of boringness"( my kids description of me.) I aspire to be as cool as you!!!