My Salon Girl

It was time for Miss Julia to get a haircut.  She seems to end up with the same hairdo everyday because I have to keep the hair out of her face. I was ready for something new.

Here she is right before her big appointment, holding a pink princess book.

She was an old pro. Julia got up on the chair and sat so still and quiet.  She was soaking it all in. When the hairdresser told her to put her head down, she did and didn't move. When she needed to look right, she did, etc.  I was amazed. My little girl is growing up.

There you go. She got a trim and some new bangs.  It frames her face so nicely.

We did a little bit of shopping at the grocery store and she pushed the mini cart around and was so stinkin' adorable.  

It was a good day for her. She got a haircut and did really well with her potty training.  Life is good.

Random Thoughts

**Rinar and I went to the thrift store on Saturday and look at the fun hat I found. The kids love it, especially Eli.**

We had a fun weekend because we had special visitors. Jamie came to town for the weekend with his girlfriend. I would be hesitant to call her the girlfriend, but if they are going to hold hands in front of me, then I will go ahead and slap a big label on that one, for sure.

Sorry, no pictures.

Since he was here, he volunteered to babysit for us and so I got my hair done and then Rinar and I went to lunch together and did our thrift store shopping. I decided to darken my hair a bit and cut it short and sassy. I didn't take a picture today when I was all cute, so the pictures will come later when I am cute again.

Did you notice my baby countdown? Can you say 18 days??? We are rolling along. Thursday is the magic day. I will be 36 weeks, so if anything happens after that it is just fine and the doctors will let it happen. I might have said this before, but I am practically senile so I don't remember, nor do I care.

As for being pregnant, it is getting tougher these days. Last night was especially rough. I tried to go to sleep at about 1:30 am. Well, I was up at 2:30 am with a horrible acid attack. But this time, it coated my entire esophagus. It would not go away. Therefore, after fretting about what to do, I finally opted for a recliner and slept several hours there. Then at about 7am, I switched back to my bed. I was therefore able to get a whopping five hours of very interrupted sleep. Awesome, huh? I had not had any food for 7 hours, so it could not have been a diet issue. I have come to the conclusion that the babies schedule a nightly boxing match at about 2:45am and they warm up the hooks and jabs on my stomach. Well, it is either boxing or ballroom dancing. I am not sure which one, but either way, my stomach pays the price.

The Relief Society president has decided that they are going to help me the next few weeks. She gave me an offer I just couldn't (or wouldn't dare) refuse. Hence, I will be having lots of people at my house this week to help with whatever. I am not sure how I feel about this because I get very self-conscious about people in my house, especially if I sit around doing nothing and my house is a wreck. It is hard but I will try to endure.

Wish me luck.