Charlotte is officially a big girl. Just ask her new big girl bed. (Sometimes it probably gets a little confused since she spends the first 20 minutes of the night either climbing into Joan's bed, crying because they "bumped" heads, or desperately trying to open the door since her constant knocks and pathetic "Pa..pa... Pa..pa..s" didn't work.) But, the next several hours, she's quite content snuggled in her matching owl sheets. The plan is to convert that crib into a toddler day bed, and have a little reading nook or spare bed for slumber parties! (When does that start?)
I'm 9.5 inches lighter. (1.5 inches too light, if you ask me. Hair dressers never listen.) I donated it and even though I'm glad I can finally scratch that off my list, I probably won't ever do it again. You should have seen how pathetic my ponytails were to give away. They were damaged and thin - only the size of a nickel. I was hoping for at least a quarter, or even better a silver dollar. Hopefully it won't take another 3 years to get long, because I'm not really digging the new look. But I guess it's growing on me (wah, wah).
Speaking of hair, check out this grey one. I love it. It's only 1.5 inches long (I'm noticing a pattern here...) and wavy. It's holding on for dear life, but it won't seem to grow (yet another pattern...). I plan on keeping all of my greys because I want to go grey naturally. I hope I end up looking as good in person as I do in my dreams with a head full of salt and pepper. But watch, it'll probably be more like wet chalk.