Saturdays are made for random, right?
First of all, in case you missed my tweet/facebook status, the plaid epidemic that I informed you of earlier this month is getting worse:
Yes, it’s true: The Plaidemic has filled in every crack and reached the very scivvies of our society.
(Thanks, Tim, for adding “Plaidemic” to my vocabulary)
Now, on to an even more shallow topic:
It seems like I write an annual post bemoaning my boredom with my hair.
Well, I finally did it.
I actually, for the first time in my life, got my hair colored. Are you ready for this? Because it’s bold. It’s different. It’s extreme.
Here’s the before picture:
Now brace yourselves to be shocked….
Aaaand, the after picture:
I admit it, I was a bit scared of the whole process, and really just wanted to shine, body, and vibrancy that coloring (without bleach) adds to hair. So I talked my wonderful hairdresser down a shade (she wanted to go darker but I’m deathly afraid of goth. Or looking really pale. Or worse, both.), and the end result was pretty much my own hair color, with the shine and
without the gray hairs uniformity of color.
But now that I am comfortable with the whole process, next time I’ll TOTALLY go pink.
In other news, I am
unable to move my legs a bit sore today because I bent to the peer pressure of EVERY OTHER BLOGGER IN THE WORLD and started Jillian Michael’s 30 Day Shred workout on Thursday. Well, actually Ali and I started it. And yes, when you’re two, apple juice bottles are perfect handweights to achieve the purpose of being like Mommy.
(I totally remember doing this with my Mom, except it was Jane Fonda with her super fad legwarmers, sweatbands, neon leotards, and Paula Abdul music…)
Ali intently watched the three women in sports bras do exercises and tried to participate. Then, about halfway through the video, she stopped, stared at them carefully, then lifted her shirt up to the level of a sports bra and held it there, looking down to make sure she looked like them.
Yeah, um, kids learn from TV. A lot. Did you know that?
Speaking of which, I’m REALLY wondering what Curious George episode she picked this one up from.
she announced, “I’m having a Birthday Bottle!!!”, and tipped it back:
Yeah. I’m not at all sure what that was about.
She’s a Toddler Wino.
And for my last randomnity of the day, Ali and I took a trip to Target yesterday. She was lucky enough to spot what she calls a “Gymnastics Buggy”.
I bet you didn’t know that they had Gymnastics buggies, did you?
Yeah, our Target is SPECIAL.
I, the good mother that I am, allow my child to stand:
Because, you see, she’s a Gymnastics Pro. Those signs are just for the inexperienced kids, right? Nothing bad could ever happen, right?