Yall for realz, is it seriously September?!
So on Tuesday night I did what any mother dreams of doing, I GOTZ MY HAIR DID YALL!!!
That’s right, it’s the simplest things now that make me feel like a new woman. I plopped down in the salon chair and zoned out while the sweet hair dresser cut some layers and bangs. She washed my hair and she wasn’t rushing because she was afraid a baby was screaming in the other room. She dried my hair by sections and did fun flippy things with the brush which I stared at her like she was creating a work of art. It got awkward because I asked her to come home with me but she turned down my offer. I don’t know why she passed up an evening at our house with breastmilk and lullabies sung in the Kermit the Frog voice. Sam was the nicest and watched Bud for me while I was getting it done. I got a text half way through that said, “Does your son sleep anymore?” Poor guy had to put up with Bud screaming for an hour and 45 minutes. (And yes, whenever Bud or Roy are “bad”, Sam refers to them as mine. And when they are “good”, they are his)
Yesterday was Bud’s 2 month check up. Homeboy is doing great. He is in the 80% for weight, 60% for height and head circumference. His communication and movement milestones are above average and then…. he had to get 3 shots. First of all, his mama was the kid that the nurses had to chase down the halls because she hated shots so much. I was dreading watching him get them even though I knew we are so blessed to be able to have health care to provide him immunizations. So, Bud got 3 shots and cried and Mama cried too. Yep… it’s true. The nurse looked at me afterwards and asked, “Are you two going to be ok?” I tried to mutter something about allergies but I was a liar. Then I kicked her in the shin for old times sake. I kid I kid.