Makes baby’s hair curly.
I took a few pictures of him
Because he was tired and looked cute.
After a brief stint at the Farmers Market
Li’l Dub started rubbing his eyes in the car,
Which must have gotten sunscreen into them,
Because then he started wailing.
So we stopped for coffee, water, and a fritter,
Played with the magna-doodle,
And soon all was well again.
Can I just say that I am so stoked that our community is able to support the local farmers with such gusto?
It was HOPPING today, and I wasn’t even there super early.
I am very happy about this.
And also slightly confused as to why we don’t have a Trader Joe’s yet.
Farmers market = thriving.
This is a good thing.
So we got home and I added the dill and peppermint that I’d just purchased to my herb garden
And thinned out my spinach
While W scooped dirt out of it and dumped it onto the tomato plants.
I’ll have to take some updated pictures of el jardin soon.
It’s looking pretty adorable.
In a valiant effort not to cut my hair,
I have been going to places I normally don’t go.
Like a pompadour.
Preceded by sponge rollers.
I even took a picture of myself trying to look cool and nonchalant.
Out of nowhere…
I got punched in the face by my blatant accessorization.
And that’s not even a word.
So you can imagine my surprise.
The moral of this little story is:
A. It’s hard to be serious when you’re taking pictures of yourself and
B. Growing your hair out may lead to the unexpected.
(SIDE NOTE: Also, today I stumbled upon a petting zoo that was randomly happening behind the library and pet the following: an alpaca, pot-belly pig, chicken, giant rabbit, goat, sheep, donkey, cow, and probably rested my hand in a pile of urine-soaked wood chips without knowing it.
WHICH, IN TURN, proves that what you don’t know doesn’t hurt you.)
C. Don’t be afraid to do something different with your hair, it may lead you straight to a petting zoo.
One more thing; Betty Grable’s pompadour here is just fanTASTIC.
(found this image on Wikipedia. )