1. Behold the hideously ugly Huggies denim-look disposible diaper. Daisy Dukes for droolers! The only way I’d wrap Archie’s bum in these is if we were out of every other possible diapering material, including the living room drapes.
2. My disdain for the faux denim diaper may peg me as a snob, but this recipe will quickly reveal I am actually a redneck: Bacon Ranch Pasta Salad. It’s yum-yum, easy, and perfect for summer. It was a regular dinner choice during the summer of 2009 and I’ve already made my first batch of 2010. I omit the olives, of course.
3. Last night, someone told me I looked great for a mom with so many kids. Um, thanks?
4. My friend, Jess, has an Etsy shop where she features her beautiful handspun yarns. When she told me she knew how to spin wool into yarn, I thought that was an unusual skill to have in this modern era. But she’s good at what she does and her yarns have been featured in several Etsy treasuries (see: Wool in the Summertime for the latest ). She has no idea I’m writing this and I don’t even think she reads my blog. Just wanted to point you in her direction if you need some yarn or other cute handmade things.
5. Having iffy, disjointed, ho-hum feelings about the Lost finale? One of the greatest fan re-cappers, Vozzek, shares his thoughts over at DarkUFO in one of his famous “Things I Noticed” posts. I am tired of hearing about Lost, but it was worth the read. I am officially done with it and moving on to my favorite summer TV fare: Wipeout, anyone? Perfect to watch with a hearty bowl of Bacon Ranch Pasta Salad while your denim-diapered toddler re-enacts the stunts on the furniture of the drapeless living room.
It’s going to be one classy summer.
6. Archie’s first haircut was very overdue. For months, I had been fielding questions about her age, her name, and hearing observations about her new shoes, and wow, she must be tired (as HE wailed in his stroller at the doctor’s office one morning). I couldn’t figure out why my little guy was being mistaken for a girl until one day, when I was brushing his hair out of his eyes for the zillionth time and I thought he could really use a barrette. Oh.
So last week, I made an appointment for him at our local kid’s salon and they did the deed.
I thought it was funny that Maria asked the very next day, in a comment, when Archie’s first haircut was going to happen? I was going to do a big huge post about it, but never got around to taking after photos because he was in a foul mood immediately after he lost his pretty honey colored locks. So now I am doing a big huge #6 because today at lunch, I finally got a couple of good shots of his new look. He was eating crack-ahs, so he was happy:
