Reese doesn't have school on Fridays so yesterday we spent the day at home. I did a kid swap with a friend yesterday - I had her daughter here for a couple of hours that morning and Reese went to their house for a couple of hours that afternoon. When she got home I wanted to spend some good quality time with her so I let her chose what we'd do. Her choice? She wanted me to make her hair straight. So after her bath late yesterday afternoon I put Talan in his crib (and let him scream his head off) long enough to play beauty shop with my favorite girl. I wish I had the "reveal" on camera. It was really cute! I think she was in shock at the length!
She turned her head to look in the mirror and said "Oh my gosh....I look 17!". That was followed up by "I look just like you, Mommy". I told her how cute she was but had to make it clear that I like her better with her curls. She's just not Reese without them! It's like her trademark.
She claims to like her curls "just a little" but said "I know God gave me curly hair but I sure wish he would have made it straight". Hopefully she will embrace them unlike me. It's a real pain when you don't. I have yet to admit to her that mine is really curly. I don't want her to think that I don't like curly hair or that there is something wrong with it. Trust me, if I had her curls I would rock the heck out of them!!!! They are beautiful.
We played a few games of Uno before calling it a night so she didn't really get to enjoy her mini-makeover for long before it was bedtime. I love this next picture. She is so beautiful!
This morning I awoke to Reese at my bedside soaked in tears. She was hysterical because her hair had curled up overnight. I'm going to do it one more time tonight but told her that this is it. We're not going to make a habit out of straightening her gorgeous locks. I know she loves it and had fun so I'm willing to make it an every once in a while deal.
Today was my massage. Unfortunately it was the most lame, crap massage I've ever had. The dude burped three different times and I could hear him breathing. As if that wasn't bad enough, I think he was narcoleptic. The toolbox of a massage therapist straight up fell asleep during the last half hour of my rub down. He would start to rub out a kink in my neck and then just sit there for 3-5 minutes at a time in the same spot...not moving....no pressure....no nothing. And being the non-confrontational punching bag that I am, I just laid there in silence like it was all good. It wasn't all good. It sucked. So bad. The cherry on the cake? I got jipped out of 20 minutes of it. He started it late and then ended it 10 minutes early. I couldn't get out of there fast enough and the floodgates opened when I got to the car. I couldn't help it. I have been pregnant and/or taking care of a newborn for a year. The light at the end of the tunnel was that massage. Poop on Massage Envy and that poor excuse for a masseuse. Kevin was not amused and called to lay into them when I got home.
I'm going to take a nap now. I really hope I'll wake up and my luck will change. At least for the rest of today. Please Lord. I'm begging you!!!! Thanks for reading.
She turned her head to look in the mirror and said "Oh my gosh....I look 17!". That was followed up by "I look just like you, Mommy". I told her how cute she was but had to make it clear that I like her better with her curls. She's just not Reese without them! It's like her trademark.
She claims to like her curls "just a little" but said "I know God gave me curly hair but I sure wish he would have made it straight". Hopefully she will embrace them unlike me. It's a real pain when you don't. I have yet to admit to her that mine is really curly. I don't want her to think that I don't like curly hair or that there is something wrong with it. Trust me, if I had her curls I would rock the heck out of them!!!! They are beautiful.
We played a few games of Uno before calling it a night so she didn't really get to enjoy her mini-makeover for long before it was bedtime. I love this next picture. She is so beautiful!
This morning I awoke to Reese at my bedside soaked in tears. She was hysterical because her hair had curled up overnight. I'm going to do it one more time tonight but told her that this is it. We're not going to make a habit out of straightening her gorgeous locks. I know she loves it and had fun so I'm willing to make it an every once in a while deal.
Today was my massage. Unfortunately it was the most lame, crap massage I've ever had. The dude burped three different times and I could hear him breathing. As if that wasn't bad enough, I think he was narcoleptic. The toolbox of a massage therapist straight up fell asleep during the last half hour of my rub down. He would start to rub out a kink in my neck and then just sit there for 3-5 minutes at a time in the same spot...not moving....no pressure....no nothing. And being the non-confrontational punching bag that I am, I just laid there in silence like it was all good. It wasn't all good. It sucked. So bad. The cherry on the cake? I got jipped out of 20 minutes of it. He started it late and then ended it 10 minutes early. I couldn't get out of there fast enough and the floodgates opened when I got to the car. I couldn't help it. I have been pregnant and/or taking care of a newborn for a year. The light at the end of the tunnel was that massage. Poop on Massage Envy and that poor excuse for a masseuse. Kevin was not amused and called to lay into them when I got home.
I'm going to take a nap now. I really hope I'll wake up and my luck will change. At least for the rest of today. Please Lord. I'm begging you!!!! Thanks for reading.
Ugh! I hope that masseuse gets canned. I was thinking about you and hoping you were getting nice and relaxed...I'm SO sorry it was a disaster. Maybe we should hit the spa in Sandestin before GNO?! I'll bring the champagne!
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