My parents are here right now, playing with Edwin so that I can get a few hours of work done. So of course, I am instead taking this opportunity to dick around on the internets (which is exactly what I'd be doing if I were in the office). Well, I'm sort of working, but it's hard to concentrate because I find myself listening to everything going on downstairs. Is he wearing them out? Is he being a tyrant? Did he poop and my mom is pretending not to notice? It's really hard to let go of parenting duties when your kid's still in the house.
I'm getting my hair did tomorrow. I really, REALLY need a new look. I'm considering bringing Ed in there to get a little trim. We haven't cut his hair yet, but he's starting to rock a little bit of a mullet. Whenever I say that I'm not ready to cut his hair, the BHE calls me Celine Dion (but by the way, recent tabloid reports indicate that she has finally cut that kid's hair). I wouldn't go that far, it's just that I'm not ready for him to have a little boy cut. I like his little baby curls. But it's a slippery slope, I guess. The other day I caught myself thinking that it's a shame you can't put barrettes in little boys' hair. I mean, how cute are barrettes, not to mention useful for wayward bangs? Why should they only be for little girls? No fair, I say. So maybe it's time for a trim, before I start experimenting with headbands.