Seeing Through the Lines

I've been sick, in Hawaii, or had tendonitis in my wrists... my excuses for not writing for a while.  It's not that my kids aren't still funny. 

Preston had "Who-ville Hair Day" at school today.  I fixed his hair in a weird spike-swirl.  He kept looking in the mirror bashfully.  I asked him if he wanted me to change it.  He replied, "No, but I'm just so embarrassed."

We have been growing Avery's bangs out this last year.  They are now chin-length.  She does not often cooperate with me to get her hair fixed, and when we put clippies in it to hold it back, they don't stay in long.  So, her hair is always in her face.  I asked her how she could see anything with her hair like that, trying to convince her to keep the clippies in and to let me fix it more often.  She replied, "I can still see things through the holes and the lines." 

It kind of broke my heart that she is missing out on seeing the whole picture all the time.  (I know I could come up with some analogy to that....)

Carter got some fake cockroaches from a cub scouts activity.  They were gross and very realistic looking.  My sister and her husband were moving into her new house the next day, and I really don't think they enjoyed finding them in their bathtub.  But I still feel like laughing when I think about their reactions.  (And I feel a little bit immature that it was my idea to put them there....)

Bill promised that he would help me get some pictures off his computer for my blog, so there is a real possibility that it could happen.  Keep your fingers crossed.  If you're a finger-crossing kind of person.