I've realized that I'm probably not going to be able to donate my hair to Locks of Love like I was planning to. What I forgot to take into consideration was the fact that my hair is layered - I didn't realize how much shorter the layers are. It would be another five or six months before I could cut 10 inches off of the shortest layers, unless I want to look like Lisa Garza...which I don't. (Oh my gosh, no way!) I just don't have the patience to grow my hair out for that length of time. It's hot and I have a grabby baby and my hair is too long and heavy to stay in place when I tie it back. More power to the people who are able to make the hair-growing commitment; maybe I'll do it some time in the future, but right now I'm just not up to the challenge. It's going shoulder-length as soon as I get a chance to be away from Jackson for an hour or so.
Speaking of The Next Food Network Star...I was just watching a rerun of this past week's episode while I was feeding Jackson, and just as Jackie was falling asleep, Brandon came into the room with a couple of pitchers he had taken from the kitchen cabinet that we don't keep locked. "Cook. Mommy, cook." I put Jackie down and set Brandon up with some Gladware, a couple of spatulas and our "for emergencies" mess kit (which we have never used), and he has been "cooking" blueberries in the little pot for the last ten minutes.
"Cook...boobehees...cook...eat!" A very clear culinary point of view, if you ask me.
ETA: Now he's sitting on the couch, eating blueberries and watching Ace of Cakes. He's taking after his mama, for sure!
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