It’s been an eventful 4…or 5…or however many days it’s been. Saturday we hacked off Mia’s hair. Hacked it clean off, 5 inches of luxurious curls–gone. I don’t know what we were thinking. I only wanted Caleb to trim the bottom–just like maybe 1/2 an inch. But I didn’t specify, and he scissored away and now my precious little angel baby is bouncing around with a sassy chin-length bob. She still has the curls, so that makes me sleep a little better at night.
Caleb ganked a tree from a field off the highway in the dark of the night and planted it our backyard. It’s a redbud, and it’s humongous, and I’m sure it looks much nicer by our house than it did on the side of the road.
We went to Atwoods and looked for more trees. We ended up leaving without one but instead brought home some of those cute little plastic animals Mia loves so much. They’re made by Schleick (spelling?) and boy, are they anatomically correct. Mia picked out a "baby pig" and a "mama pig" (And I’ll tell you right now it’s more like a daddy pig–WOW.)
My father-in-law is driving in tonight to visit and drop off a few things–I’ve mentioned it before, I’m sure, because I am excited. A brand-new-hand-me-down couch (brown in color so as to disguise dirt and dog slober), a sweet swingset/playhouse for the kids (the kind that makes me wish with all my heart that I was Mia’s age again), and an antique liqour cabinet that my mom has been trying to keep at her house–I had to remind the woman that it was MINE, specifically picked out by ME. It belonged to my great grandmother, who gave away that and most of her furniture when she sold her house–I called dibs on the liqour cabinet simply because it needed to be filled with liquor, and we’re probably the only members of the family who would do just that.
Well, I’m going to get ready for my company. I went so far as to wash the sheets and scrub the bathroom. I might even cook dinner.