Friday, April 10, 2009

Of Pigtails and Psychosis.

Brooklyn has been dying to have hair long enough for pigtails for a very. long. time. Every day that I comb Isabella's hair and adorn it with some kind of elastic or barette she asks me to do the same to hers. Yesterday her hair held onto the elastics for the first time. She was ecstatic, walking around touching her pigtails, telling her dad over and over; 'these are my pigtails Poppa'. It's cute, she's cute.
Lately I have really been enjoying CranRaspberry juice and Sprite as my beverage of choice to get through the loooooong afternoons. Yesterday I didn't just want a glass, I needed a glass. And well, I couldn't get the lid off the bottle.

Yes, that's right I took some scissors to it, but only after stabbing it with a knife didn't work. I may or may not be losing my mind.



5 comments:

Bloggy Mama said...

Not losing at all. Looks reasonable to me ;)

Jill said...

It's just the hazards of being preggo! Love the pigtails!

Amanda said...

You do what you need to do! I love the pigtails. Kyla is justing starting to like barets and ponys.

Lamb said...

ISN'T CUTTING OPEN PLASTIC BOTTLES NORMAL?
LOVE THE PIGTAILS.
THEY ARE CUTE.

Will said...

hey hey, Brooke and I can totally rock the same hair-do :p haha