I should title this "photo post with verbiage" because I find it utterly impossible to NOT comment on these shots. My husband would say, "No surprise there." Luckily, he doesn't do the internet or blogging so he doesn't realize how verbose I also am in WRITING. (Click on the photos to get a closer view)
Ashley's boyfriend's mom helped with the dreads. I wanted to cry when I saw them--but am trying to adjust.
I can love my daughter, but hate her hair, right? Does that make me shallow?
We visited my husband at work on this enormous house at Dash Point, overlooking the Puget Sound. Alison and her friend fell in love with it and said things like--"Could a doctor afford this house? I want to be a doctor." "This closet is as big as my bedroom!" "I can imagine my shampoo sitting on this soaking tub." " Do you think we could ever afford this house?" NO, only if we won the lottery. (it's a couple million dollar mansion)
Future Drs. Alison and C. posing at Dash Point State Park, on our way to frolic at the beach. They played while I craved my Minute Maid, book and chair from the far away car.
In spite of my cravings, I was not grumpy in the 80 degree weather, with the smell of salt water in my nose--as I looked at the sparkly water, blue skies and relaxed people. There's just something about a sandy beach on a sunny summer day...
Tomorrow, I may scan some photos of me with BAD hair onto the blog, just to put life (and hairstyles) in perspective. Any other volunteers? It would sure make me feel better.