A couple of Thursdays ago, Josiah and I were at a nearby playground. His verbal skills currently far outpace his social graces, which is both delightful and disarming. I was showered and reasonably put together that day, but it was a very blustery, gusty morning (his first request as we stepped outdoors was, "Mama turn off breeze?"). As I pushed him on the swings, he looked up at me, and his eyes become worried. "Uh-oh, Mama," he said. "Uh-oh. Hair. Uh-oh, Mama hair!" I asked him if my hair was a mess, and he agreed with wide eyes, saying, "Mama hair, BIG mess!"
I thought Mommies were supposed to be beautiful in their little boys' eyes for at least a few more years!
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One of my biggest problems each morning is that Ella and I are the only ones home. So, when I'm unsure about my choice of clothing and ask Ella how I look she mostly replies "You look great mommy." Sometimes I wish that I were a little less beautiful in her eyes :)
this is HILARIOUS!!!!!!!!!!!
I love your writing Krista!
...and I love your hair! I'm sure it looked so cute!
I'm going to miss you so much!!!
btw...I thought of you all day on Sunday but somehow managed to forget to let you in my thoughts!
Happy Birthday!!!!
love you
B
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