Hills and Hair

I tried biking with Junior again, taking another route. The problem with living in a valley, though, is that it is ALL uphill if you want to get anywhere.

As I pushed us up a steep incline, a bunch of Germans zipped past me on their bikes, with a few of them actually smoking, and I initially spiraled into a cloud of confused self-pity. How am I STILL so out of shape?!

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Little Man

All the boys got haircuts yesterday. After collecting his curls for the keepsake book, I buzzed him, which was easiest given all the cowlicks he inherited from his Dad. We were surprised to discover that his hair only grew from the top and around the crown of his head. Baby hair is so weird!

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TBT: The Mullet

Today’s Throwback Thursday photo goes back to when I was sporting an impressive homemade mullet. 1987ish, maybe? I still have my front baby teeth, so may have even been 1986 around the time my youngest sister was born. I have no memory of this photo, although I am certain I was ordered not to smile for the corner pose, resulting in that “mouth full of water/I’m about to spit” expression.

Also? Hello to my two sons. You both are definitely mine.