Mommy Hair

I needed to cut my hair. It had been months and months since I cut it. I swore I was going to be a mom with long hair. Then L-Rock showed me what it felt like to pick up a screaming infant, red in the face, tears pouring out while trying to simultaneously console him and remove his Popeye grip from my hair. My MIL watched him while I snuck off to Montgomery Salon in Dublin to see Miranda (RAVE) and have "linner" with my teacher friend from ElCo who now teaches in the Super East Bay, too. Suddenly I realized the baby was not in the backseat, and I opened the sun roof, rolled down the windows and blasted that BEP "Tonight's the Night" song. It was great.

Right now, L-Rock is sleeping! Not in my arms! It's been a whole hour! I am so happy for the little guy. He cries and cries when no one is holding him, but he gets such better quality sleep when he is comfortable and on his own. I have been trying to strike a balance of instinct, experience, observation...I spoke too soon...he woke up...