So. Proud.

She works hard for the money.

And yes, I did take time to video this even though my baby was crying in the car.  I'm pretty much an awesome mom.

Here Fishy-Fishy

We invested (and I do mean invested) in swim lessons this year.  One time per week for 30 minutes.  Because I am cheap thrifty, I was worried that it would all be for naught, especially as I saw Elliott do so well in the lessons and then cling to us in the pool in wide-eyed panic.  Well, I stand corrected.  Color me impressed. 

Lessons from the Beauty School

So you know I'm thrifty.  Frugal? Cheap?  It's true.  So when I had my second child, I broke up with my fancy hair guy.  I have taken on our local hair academy, which is no easy task.  No hair disaster, but I did learn a few things today (if you are one of the 3 people who follow my Twitter feed, this will be like deja vu):

*Number 1: Time is not money.  For if it was, a basic hair cut would not take 2 hours.


*Number 2: Neck and upper back tattoos, and maybe a sleeve, really probably help cutting precision.


*Number 3: Acid washed jeans are making a comeback. It scares me.  I feel about them the way my most must have felt about bell bottoms. 


*Number 4: The 20 year old student asked how I style my hair. 15 year age difference evident in the confusion on my face.


*Number 5: All jeans should be tight on your arse. I mean seriously skin tight.  Maybe it helps them remain upright all day?


*Number 6: Head-only practice mannequins are creeptastic. And they stare at you.


*Number 7:Don't panic when the student stylist tells instructor she's never done that cut before.  Or when she fails to even tell you her name.  I'm sure it's just because she's concentrating.


*Number 8: I am old. Old and definitely not trendy. AND I'm okay with that.

Perpetual Boobstains

I would like to claim this affliction came with pregnancy or motherhood, but truth is I have had boobstains since before I had boobs.  My mom likes to say that as a child she knew what I had for lunch upon me reaching the pavement after the last step on the bus.  The sad truth of my pregnancy wardrobe is approximately 92% boobstained.  Don't judge.  Just know I'm cheap.  It's the third time I've been pregnant and I am resisting buying more maternity clothes.  I just keep hoping no one notices.  Or calls me out.  Those are kind of the same thing, right?