Better Days...

Last night, right as I was about to go to bed, we had a knock on our door. It was our neighbor, who also happens to work as a caterer. He had very few words as he handed a box to Jacob: "medicine for the pregnant lady". Well, he must know something I don't, because chocolate dipped strawberries sure sat well with me last night, I think I devoured them in record time! I have had a few better days - thanks to getting a lot more sleep and eating more protein for breakfast. But it's knocks on the door like last night that make my day. There truly are angels among us! We are sure going to miss our good neighbors...

I guess I might as well announce that we are moving! Not very far (aboutt 5 miles to be exact) but nonetheless, we will be moving very soon. We bought our first home - a brand spankin' new townhouse in the Greenwood neighborhood, near Greenlake. We're very excited! And also going to be busy getting moved and settled in the next two weeks. So excuse any absenses from the blog-o-sphere until we are up and running again ;) Don't worry, we'll give more details and have pictures to show later.

As for today, those strawberries and chocolate did me better - Sawyer and I are going to actually make our last swim class today! Hooray!

Christmas in July...or why I chopped my hair.

One of my favorite stories to read at Christmas time is O. Henry's "The Gift of the Magi." This past winter, I decided I wanted to be like Della and give my hair away. So, here we are in July...I've been letting my hair just grow for quite sometime. I don't mind it long - in fact, when I take the time to do it (very rare) it looks really pretty. I usually just let the natural wave take over and have "wild hair". (Jacob likes the natural "low maintenance" girl I am!) The last month or so, though, I was starting to feel a little too Laura Ingalls Wilder, if you know what I mean. Anyway - at the encouragement of one of my former nanny kids (Micaela!) I decided to finally get my hair cut and donate it to Locks of Love. It is going to be Christmas in July for some child who has lost their hair due to disease or chemotherapy!!!

One of my sisters tried to talk me out of it. I know I probably look better with long hair. But the trick is: I know mine will grow back. And I probably will grow it longer again in time. The kids I am donating it to - well, theirs might not. So, I went to my stylist, a guy at Habitude (an Aveda Salon) in Ballard named Kermit, who I adore, and I said: "Today's the day!" He knew I had been planning this. I asked him if it was a stylists dream to chop off a bunch of long hair. He said, "well, it is pretty exhilerating!" So I had him cut the 10 inches and then trusted him to make me look cute, with what was left. He did a great job! Only thing is, if I want it to look sleek, I have to do it now, which isn't necessarily a bad thing (short hair and natural wave don't go together that well for this style).

A Very Merry Christmas to whoever gets my hair!