This is what the weekend looks like at our house. Here is what these photos make me think:
I spend a lot of time cleaning, obviously. I mean, you can totally tell what a good housekeeper I am from that shot of our hallway.
Does my baby look a little bit like Yoda? Yes. Would that make a fabulous halloween costume? Also yes.
Jeff and I wear a lot of stripes.
All of Scarlette’s pants are high-waters because she is growing longer faster than she is growing wider. The combination of bulky cloth diapers further compounds this issue. Mostly she wears leggings so this is not a huge deal. In jeans, however, she looks like a little baby Urkle. Sorry, kiddo.
The Cover Girl Outlast Lipstain I bought a year ago was the best six bucks I ever spent on makeup. I confess to purchasing it on the recommendation of my very good close and personal friend, Taylor Swift.
I tried putting Coconut Oil in my hair over the weekend. It really did make it soft and shiny. Except I used too much the first go round and even after washing it out and blowing it dry, my hair was so oily it looked wet. Jeff told me I looked like an assassin with it all slicked back, like something out of the Matrix. Then he told me to go put on a hat before we went to dinner because he thought I looked crazy. It took three shampoos to get it soft and not look like the lost member of the T-Birds (Grease Lightning, go Grease Lightning.) Use sparingly.
