Kissing Casanova

Even as an infant, I could have sworn that Carson was a flirt. As early at 3 months old, he could bat his lengthy eyelashes and smile at "pretty" girls. These techniques have gotten him free cookies at the grocery store, candy and compliments. For his birthday I bought him a shirt that says "Flirt in Training." I'm not sure where he gets it, because I know it didn't come from his father, but Carson is quite the charmer.

I went to pick-up Carson up from the church nursery on Sunday. When I entered the room one of the nursery teachers announced, "Carson's Mom is here," and then she started to giggle.

"There's something we should tell you," she said, as she continued to laugh. "Carson had his first kiss today, and we thought that you should know."

Apparently, the Nursery teachers watched as Carson and little Addie, a girl in his class, lovingly embraced. Within a few seconds, it seems that Carson innocently gave her a his kiss...RIGHT ON THE LIPS, which made all the teachers laugh.

"It was very cute," she said, "but we didn't see it coming."

I shook my head, rolled my eyes and thought..." Oh great, my kid is the kissing kid." I laughed out loud and recounted stories about my little Casanova and apologized to to Addie's Dad, who didn't think it was THAT funny.

I still laugh when I think about it. Carson, the kissing kid. Yep, that's my kid. When I later asked him, "Did you kiss Addie today?" He responded with, "Eva."

"Eva, Who's Eva? I though that you liked Addie!"

Has Carson already set his sights on someone else or has he forgotten Addie's name? Poor Addie. I hope she doesn't take it personally.

Blah, Blah, Blah....Blog

So, it's been awhile since my last post because I was basically without a computer. Allow me to explain. We moved the computer into our bedroom a few months ago, because I couldn't stand the hideous desk it sat on to be in the living room any more. It was always covered in bills, clothes, and paper. It took up way too much space, and was definitely an eyesore. We didn't have a strong connection to the internet in our bedroom, and alas... I could not blog.

Then we moved the computer into Carson's room when Maylee was born. Bad idea. Mom's are supposed to blog when kids are sleeping, but how do you do that when the computer is in the room they are sleeping in?

Thankfully, my parents gave Jeff a beautiful, black computer desk, which is too small to pile with crap, for his birthday, because I asked them to, and it fits nicely in our living room!!!!

I can blog again! (And read yours again too)!
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What you've missed in the past couple of months............................................. Not much! My brain is no longer in blog mode. I've forgotten how to blog. But at least I can now, right?

Goodbye Eyesore----

Help... I need you opinion!

On Friday night, Jeff and I were feeling silly and decided to dye our hair.

I used to color my hair all the time in high school, but my hair NEVER became the color that the box of dye promised me. I was hoping that 'do-it-yourself ' hair color had improved in that 10 years, but I'm not sure it has.

Here is what happened.
Box of Dye #1: Dark Blond. My hair turned a dark red. So I tried to fix it.
Box of Dye #2: Ultra Blond. My hair turned golden ORANGE. So I tried to fix it.
Box of Dye #3: Light Ash Brown. My hair turned Strawberry Blond. I decided I'd better STOP! If I'm going to fix this....I'll need some professional help!

So here's my question--- PLEASE BE BRUTALLY HONEST! My brother is getting married in 6 days, and I'm going to be in the pictures. Do I need to get a professional to try to fix my hair??? Can they fix my hair? I don't want to look or feel stupid. Pictures last forever and these ones get hung up on walls.... Please leave your comments.

Here's the hair---

Thanks,

Jen