Welcome to a revamped-ish Here We Go Again. If you see anything broken will you let me know?

Bedtime Hair Styling 

Elizabeth is getting really long hair and if I don’t do something with it before she goes to bed, it is nearly impossible to brush in the morning. When we used to put it in a bun on top of her head, that made her hair itch. When I braid it, she wakes up with wavy hair that looks messy. A ponytail isn’t enough restraint to keep the hair from getting tangled.

I’ve finally figured out the perfect thing to do for it. If I braid it extremely loosely, it doesn’t get the waves that make her hair look crimped (ha, remember that fad?) but it’s enough structure to keep her from waking all tangled. 

And then in the morning, I can brush through it really easily and she’s ready for the day. 

New Bowls

Trin dog is twelve years old and she has had the same food and water bowls for about the last eleven years. I finally bought her new ones a week or so ago. Dishwasher safe ones! Bowls that aren’t all faded and gross! BETTER bowls! 

Well, Trin dog does not deal well with change. Her food and water are upstairs in my closet (this became a thing years ago when Elizabeth learned to crawl- guess why?) and I feed her and change her water when I get dressed in the morning and night. So now while I am changing, she stares forlornly at me and then looks at her new bowls and then back at me and then back at her bowls. She’s so sad about them. I still have her old bowls so I am giving her half her food in each set, to try and ease her over a bit. She’s not pleased with me. The question is which one of us will break first. 

Morning, Fishies

When we go to speech therapy (which is now just feeding therapy), it’s in the local hospital building. We walk in through the lobby and there are two big fish tanks. We often stop and see the fish, usually on the way out. This morning, Ryan wanted to see the fish on the way in, so he walked over and said “HI FISHIES! IT’S ME, RYAN. I BACK.” Then he waited for a second, looked all disappointed, and said “they no hear me.” 

I explained that fish don’t actually talk, even when if they do hear small boys. Ryan thinks that is a shame.