First prenatal appointment today was rather ho-hum. Yes, I KNOW I'm supposed to get all dreamy and misty-eyed over that splotch of static on the screen, but I just can't. I doesn't look like anything to me. I know it is, but my untrained eyes can't see it. The heartbeat, though? *swoon*
The best part of today was the Chipotle. I realized a few days ago that a Chipotle barbacoa burrito with pinto beans, lettuce, cheese, and lots of sour cream was everything I ever wanted in this world. I spent every minute yearning for that stupid burrito.
I could hardly get myself away from the doctor's office fast enough. I am telling you people, that burrito could not have tasted better if had been made lovingly for me by angels and magical elves. Best day ever.
I trimmed Grace's bangs a week or two ago. All her hair is wavy, but she has a palm frond or something in front. It's all this fuzzy, stick-straight hair, like she stuck her finger in a light socket, and her head is so big that the electricity could only make it as far as the top of her forehead. It was cute but also ridiculous, and she loves to rub her face like crazy when she eats. Mama does not fancy food in the fringe. So I snipped it.
I was going for some cute angled bangs. The Child had other plans. Mainly, she planned to capture and eat the scissors. There was much head-waggling. Instead of this (um, bangs only, of course; we're going to wait 'til her third birthday for the excessive eye makeup):
We got this (complete with tooth gap):
I am counting on 2.0 looking something like this: