Oh man, is it Sunday night already? We had a fun weekend but it flew by. On Saturday morning I picked up my friend Heather and we went to get our hairs done at Visible Changes in Memorial City Mall. We also did some shopping, which should go without saying. I lost another pound that day but it was not fat. It was many, many inches of my hair. I had asked my stylist to cut off three inches, which is typical, but she wanted to do more. I didn't realize how short it was til I got home. I think I like it, but I haven't had to fix it myself yet. We'll see. It's definitely different. I have a real fear of mom hair. Hopefully I have not inadvertently achieved my worst hairmare. (That would be "hair nightmare." Isn't that a gem?)
Later that afternoon we went to our Sunday School pool party. All the dads swam in the pool with the bigger kids and all the moms sat under the patio with the babies. Our class is very reproductive and there was no shortage of birth story sharing and pregnancy symptom comparing.
Jackson spent the entire 2.5 hours swimming. And just when I thought we had the child who could not be worn out, he uttered strange words from his mouth.
"I need to rest."
Beautiful words they were.
This was Annabeth after her first swim on Friday night. Ten minutes tuckered her out.
Here are Jackson and Annabeth with some of the sweetest girls we know. We missed you, K!
See what's in Jackson's hand? I got in the pool long enough to have a 10 minute water gun battle with him. I lucked out because he couldn't reach me but he didn't know it. I, however, got him right in the face for 10 minutes straight and he'd never loved me more.