Today, I got to get my hair cut and highlighted, my eyebrows waxed, and the girls' hair cut. We are, after all, having a family portait done with Todd's parents this weekend while we are in Michigan, and I felt a need to be blond. So now I am! Woo hoo!
Also, between Tonna and me, we figured out how to get the Ergo carrier on my hip for Schmooey. It was not nearly as complicated as the video made it seem, although I don't really think it's a one-person operation. The instructional video showed the demonstrator doing it all by herself, but I think it was done with mirrors. I am pretty sure I could not do it myself. It was amazingly comfortable once I got the baby in it on my hip. Good to know, because we're going to Michigan, you know, and I think we might not need the stroller. It would be lovely not to take it on the plane. (Don't worry, Susan - I will still be done with it before you need to fetch Baby Ethiopia.)
In this, my own little corner of cyberspace, I would like to offer a book review. My very good friend Jenny told me about a book called Llama Llama Mad At Mama by Anna Dewdney. She said it's her two year old daughter's favorite book, and she was delighted that her husband surprised them with it the other night when he came home from work. I stopped by the book store last night to take a peek at it.
The story is about a little llama who goes shopping with his Mama Llama. Mama promises him a treat when they are done, but in the meantime, he has to try on clothes, shoes, and socks, and sit through grocery shopping at Shop-)-Rama (think Super WalMart). Somewhere in the middle of the grocery aisle, the little llama loses his patience and throws a fit. Not just any fit, either. He throws juice out of the cart and it explodes on the floor. He throws the pasta out and the bag bursts and it flies everywhere. Mama Llama, a fine example of the virtue of patience for mothers everywhere, tells Llama Llama that she isn't excited to be shopping, either, but they have to do it, and she is happy because at least she is with her baby. Then they clean up there mess, and the little one agrees to shop with Mama, so they can get their errands done.
I have to tell you, I was not terribly impressed. If I were the Mama in the story, the ending would have read something like this:
"Mama Llama smacks that Llama
With this book for all the drama."
I don't think I like reading about toddlers throwing fits. It didn't do much for me. I can see how the rhyming text and pictures would appeal to little ones, but I'd rather read about Sheep in a Jeep any day.
Now that I've had my little llama rant, I would like to end this post on a positive note and say that I've spoken with everyone I wanted to see in Michigan and we're going to see lots of fun family and friends while we're there. (Do you like my use of alliteration?) We get to stay at my grandmother's farm, where I grew up, and then see my Aunt Donna and our very good family friends, the LeBarons. I am so excited. I will be sure to post pictures when we get back!