I don't know Stephanie -- I guess it's an example of hive-mind!

Is there a word for cross-post, but when it happens in real life?

Synchronicity. Or coincidence. Or spoooooooooky (oooOOOOooo!!!).

I can say with all assuredness that clippers will NEVER come near my hair.

::eyes well up::

Yeah, my heart bleeds for you, buddy.

That's the problem with short hair -- you have to constantly get it trimmed, which is annoying.

Don't think of it as a haircut. Think of it as an opportunity to have somebody else wash your hair on a more regular basis.

Eh. I mean, I like that part, but still. Eh. Annoying. (Though so is the hair that's in my eyes right now.)

Don't think of it as a haircut. Think of it as an opportunity to have somebody else wash your hair on a more regular basis.

Ohhhh yeah. My hairdresser in Cape Town (adorable gay Afrikaans boy named Abraham) gave the best head massages I have ever experienced. Mmmmm.

(In other news, it appears to be SNOWING here in Hartford. What the fucking fuck?)

Cereal (with banana): and now the sun is shining. Weird day.

We have cake today because it's our intern's last day (we are a cake-happy department), but she's not here yet, and I am impatient. Want cake now.

Thanks for the link sumi. There is a good link to a short article on the care and feeding of one's balance ball.

There is also a pretty hilarious photo showing how you can truss up your ball to turn it into a solo-flex. Can you say empire building?

My ball is just like yours (except blue) but sadly, I have the ball; I have no dvd.

Ima bet I run into it at a yard sale in the near future.

Stephanie, clearly we both have good intentions. Let's check in on our progress in about a month. Happy crunching to you!

Mine is green. You choose your ball by your height.

I want cake, too. And if the evil vending machine elves ever get around to restocking our Source o' Carbs, I'll probably buy something not entirely unlike cake. Broadly speaking.

Bummer. I actually need a purple ball for my height. Ah well. We shall overcome.

Woke up sick in the middle of the night.(I guess a woman can have Too Much Candy for real sometimes...not that my stomach needs much reason, though.And I wanted to be like Margaret Mead...I'm guessing not.) On the plus side, I guess I have had the Horrible Thing I've been fearing.Tomorrow will be haircut day, too.

Steph's getting her haircut, which means it's nearly time for me to get one, too.

Stephanie, we have the Graco Quatro travel system. Yeah, the stroller is large and can be cumbersome, but when O was very little, transfering the car seat to the stroller saves loads of misery (and let him continue to sleep). Now that he's bigger, I enjoy the sturdiness of the larger stroller when we're out at the park. It carries more, it's more comfortable and has a tray to put snacks and toys in to keep O happy when we have to be out for long periods of time. It's also nice when we're picnicing, serving as a defacto high chair.

That being said, we also have an umbrella stroller for tighter spots, quick trips and when I don't feel like dragging the behemouth out of the trunk.

And I use a hip sling now that he's too big for the Baby Bjorn front style carrier.