August 26, 2010

  • Hair, Brushes

    This morning we all left with hair brushed. This rarely occurs, and is worth a post of its own. Just trying to get out the door with shoes on or near all feet can be a feat, so hair often seems extraneous to the task at hand: getting into the car. We were firing on all cylinders today, though, clean clothes, hair brushed, shoes on, supplies remembered, car with non-frightening levels of gas. Go team!

    Cotton crashed on the way home after our busy day, in a literal sense. I'd carried her in from the car, still sleeping, and put her in my rocker because she likes to sleep curled up (or maybe i was afraid she would pee on the couch). I went up to make sure my computer was ok, since it can be cranky if I don't see how its day is going, and when I came down she was still asleep, but on the floor wedged among the chair, ottoman,and speaker tower. On a jute rug. Since she's my third, I left her there and fixed the rest of us a snack.

    She recovered nicely, though, and when it was bedtime thought it was a good trick to say, "Watch, Mommy!", then shake her head. "See, my hair wiggles!"