Revelry Reverie

“It’s Fabergé Organics. Use the shampoo and conditioner. And when your hair is damp – it’s not wet, ok? When it’s damp, do four pumps of the Farrah Fawcett spray.”

I took off sick yesterday. I felt like trash (or that perhaps trash had come to live in my throat). I rested all day, but once I brought Grant home, my rest time was over. My strategy was to lie on the floor because it’s the easiest way to keep him amused. Then I thought…

He’s still got it. 2018… and way back in 2011:

I like a good lip color. When I find myself adrift in a pharmacy with time on my hands – as I was yesterday, waiting on Henry’s eye drops – I can’t resist the siren call of the lip colors. I don’t wear any other make-up, and I don’t always wear lip color, but I…

The other day, Grant was wearing his Nana’s shoes, his brother’s helmet, and his sister’s headphones.

He really is jolly, all of the time. (unless he isn’t getting his own way, in which case he is pushy as hell.)

A game we play with Grant is “I’m going to get you!” When we say that, he starts running and giggling. He also really likes oven mitts. If giggly fat babies aren’t for you, do not watch this video.

Henry made a large-scale art project today while he was home from school.