this is what I get...

for trying to take my son on a walk:

starts off pretty good

sunny, but cold

return home because Blake insists on walking into oncoming traffic

 horizontal tantrum

Hey! An acorn!

Another one!

Hmmm, I wonder...

Yep. I can step on them.

Beware

The 3-binked monster

new 'do

And you thought you'd have to wait until Monday!

I'm having fun playing with it! Although with a toddler running around there isn't much time to play with it. But I really like it!

chopped

I'm getting my hair cut tonight. I'm going pretty drastic and chopping most of it off. Hopefully the end result will be something like this:

Now, I know I'm not Mandy Moore. I don't expect to turn into her when I get this hair cut. But, I do think I'll like the end result.

When I told my mother I was getting my hair cut short, she so graciously sent me this blast from the past:

I'll be praying to the gods of hair that I won't have a repeat of what my family so lovingly calls "the mushroom".

(And while I have this uber embarrassing picture of myself posted on my blog, can I just say I really have never looked in the mirror and seen this person. How did this photographer manage to capture a side of myself that I've never seen? Ugh, I can't even bare to look at this picture for too long. (And if anyone says this looks exactly like me, I'm going to scream.))

tired

Me too, kid. Me too.

sign

You know, gabage. (rhymes with cabbage)

Kind of like Pip at 8:20.

"What do we look like? Garbage?"

Thanks for the laughs, Brooklyn.

chores

Too early? Na.