Many Looks of Owen

The boys got haircuts last weekend, and Owen knew exactly what he wanted.  Make it spiky!  He was SO proud of that hair.  He spent the rest of the day reaching up to gently feel the spikes, making sure they were still in place.  While reading a bedtime story that night I noticed he was attempting to hold his head up so it wouldn't touch the pillow.  Silly boy.  I assured him that Daddy would be able to fix it with gel in the morning.  Jim, after all, had a similar "do" when we first started dating (and yes, he was over 30 at the time...).  I remember my Aunt Nancy called him Jelly Head.  Come to think of it, I kind of miss those gelled spikes.  In any case, Daddy has been excellent at recreating the spikes.

The only thing that has been allowed to crush them was the red cowboy hat for Western Day at preschool.  He borrowed the Sheriff badge from Liam, and wore the hat and the badge the entire day.  Howdy Pardner!

Older and Wiser

Sometimes it feels like I can't get away from my age.  On the one hand there is Owen, introducing me to strangers, "Hi, I'm Owen.  This is my mom.  Her name is Tracy.  She's 43."  I suppose I should teach him to add, "She's a Sagittarius and she likes long walks on the beach," because I do feel like I'm being set up on occasion.  I think I may have even blushed a few times.

On the other hand is Natalie.  She questioned me last week about the date of the school's Family Fun Night (I was on the Decorating Committee).  I told her the date.  She responded, "Ella's mom thought it was a different night.  But I knew you were right (I'm thinking...because I am on the Decorating Committee).  Because you're bigger than her."  Uhh..back up there just a moment.  Say that again.  "You know, you're bigger than her.  She's only in her 30's and you're in your 40's.  So I knew you were right."

Ahhhh, I see.  (Actually I'm terrified at the thought of the Kindergarten class sitting around discussing the age of their mothers.)  I suppose I should be thankful that my advanced age gives me one advantage - that in the eyes of at least Natalie I am by default smarter than all the other mothers.  Sadly, I had to shoot down that theory pretty quick.   "No dear, your logic doesn't work.  You see, Daddy is older than Mommy."  We just can't let that theory grow any roots around here.

Bluebonnets and More

New camera arrived.  Bluebonnets are blooming.  Children are arguing.  The timing is right.

Overall, it went much more smoothly than previous years.  There was relatively little crying and moaning, although still a bit of squinting (it was cloudy and almost ready to rain, so I thought the squinting would be less; perhaps it is).  I also haven't figured out the camera much yet, so I'm just making do with whatever happens on Auto mode.  I like the detail and clarity on the "portrait" pictures of each of them. You can see every detail of that ketchup on the side of Owen's mouth!  ha ha...true

Happy Easter! The kids are off now to eat themselves into a sugar coma with Easter candy as a treat for behaving so nicely during the bluebonnet outing.