a life beyond running shoes.

she wanted homemade pizza  and a tangled cake. here is the best i could do..... and we had a ball with some of our new friends. three is a big deal. it means she is not small anymore. she is little but not a baby. always MY baby..... but not a baby. she is also sporting a new haircut. super cute... thanks daddy.  (he cute about 4 inches off)

looks like not spending money every six weeks to have your roots done. of course, in a better economic climate this would not be such a big deal..... but alas, we are not in a better economic climate .... and therefore, i am no longer blond.

good hair . by chris rock. how does america define beauty mostly among african-american women? his three-year old daughter asked him why she didn't have good hair. he looks into the industry, the ideals, the money, and the need. it is fascinating. i almost don't know how to discuss it because on one hand, it seems like an amazing amount of money for relaxer and weaves. on the other hand, don't i get my roots done every six weeks to maintain this mane of blond hair that is only about ten shades lighter than my natural hair? and what do i believe about the extent a woman should go to in order to feel beautiful? i guess i am torn. it seems like a lot. it seems like we have created a culture where white, flowing, wavy (not nappy) hair is what is beautiful. that makes me sad to think of the little girls in my neighborhood, on my street not thinking that their hair is beautiful. god did make her hair different than my daughter's....and just because my daughter...

it was more than i could resist. the pampering...... the quietness..... the escape. the undivided attention. it was blissful. my children didn't even come up. friends, books, the city. adult conversation. and the massage. it was too much. the nape of my neck, my temples. i was in heaven. i could have fallen asleep there. i know he'll find out soon enough. i can't hide it forever. it will be written all over my face. the way my hair falls. but does he expect me to be faithful all the time. well, when i say it out loud it makes it sound worse. but it was free.... a gift certificate. who can turn down a free haircut? i mean really!!! shlomy, please forgive me. see in three weeks for color!

asher may just be the death of us. we finally moved him to the kitchen after nursing him at 2:30. i caved. i usually am hard-nosed about waiting until 3, but last night it was too much. how much more can we take? here is my new hair. i love it. more apartments today. saw three on monday. saw five last week.