Dear Diary,

Here are my bangs.

I am already tired of them, but that's just how I roll. Since my hair is wavy, they must be beaten into submission , and that cuts into my morning Edwin snuggling time. But, it is nice to not have to look at my forehead anymore.

Edwin is ASLEEP IN HIS CRIB right now (it is 8:00 p.m.). This is a very big deal. Tonight he even fell asleep on his own (I put him in the crib awake, then lay on the floor of his nursery like a homeless person until he fell asleep). Usually he screams bloody murder if we put him in there awake, but tonight he just drifted off without crying. I am sure this is just a fluke; the universe just toying with me, trying to get my hopes up only to dash them tomorrow night. I will not fall for it! There is no way this is the start of a new trend.

OK. I'm going to go stare at the baby monitor and wait for him to wake up, as he is bound to within the next 20 minutes.



jenn said...

You look darling with bangs!

I used to do the lay on the nursery floor thing, too. Sang myself hoarse. Army crawled to the door, lest the baby saw me...ah, good times...

Kimberly said...

LOL, Edwin has this look on his face like "yeah check out my bangs too"

or "just tell her that her bangs look great"

I can't tell which


Cake said...

Long time reader, skittish commenter and your posts always crack me up.

I think it's a great look for you!

I love your Edwin stories, I have a 4 month old who frequently gets my hopes up, and then dashes them the next day. His favorite toy is my sanity.


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