polly want a mullet?

see this kid?

love him.

yeah, yeah.  forget about yesterday and the fat thing.  he's too smart for his own good.

and too cute for my own good.

i'm completely smitten with this boy.  his smile.  his eyes.  his beautiful curly locks.

he grew his hair out because he knew how much his mommy loved it.  he's pretty much perfect like that.

my husband, the aviator, used to be like him.

once upon a lifetime, before the coast guard, before he was an aviator, before poor decisions made him shave it.... the aviator had fantastic hair.  i loved it.  i envied it.

but the military says that's not okay.

and i like his paychecks.  and benefits.  so we listen.

and i live out the dream through little c.

until picture day.  that's what you see above.  we'll get into that some other time.

the aviator put a time limit on little c's hair.  june 1st, it's coming off.

there were tears.  many many tears.  and little c might have cried too.  i don't know.  who can worry about him when i have to deal with his hair coming off?  seriously, folks.

and so a deal was struck.  little c would let the aviator shave his head, but only after he shaved the aviator's head.  4 year olds aren't very smart.  the aviator's head was already shaved.

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see?  the aviator is laughing at little c's revenge.  don't worry, i donkey punched him later.  the aviator, not little c.

this part continued for roughly 30 minutes.  the outcome is similar to the starting point.

ugly.

not really.

then it was little c's turn.  and we know the aviator isn't really a grown up.

so he jackassed him.  and little c still smiled.

until he realized what had been done.

the end.



just kidding.  i made him finish the job.

because no matter how much i want to do it, i can't let my kid rock the mullet.

even if i reaaaaaaalllllllly want to.

just for fun.

just for a day.

half a day.

one outing.

it just ain't right.  even here.

not ever.

thank you very much.

you've done the right thing.

fear the mullet.

-dimply stacy

season 2. for real this time.

so i know i've said it before, but i'm trying not to lie so much these days.  i'm back. for real. so shut it.

so what if it's been almost 6 months since my last blog.

so what if i promised to start up again 267 times.

i do what i want.

and i'm sorry.

i thought i'd keep it short and sweet today, you know, to ease you back into this.  you'll thank me later.

see this sweet face?  my precious baby.  little c.

i used to think he bled perfection.

 i used to think he would always be my sweet angel.

 i used to think the he loved me as much as i loved him.  and he'd lie to protect my feelings.  at all costs.  forever.

then yesterday he asked me why i even went for a run.  you know, like "why bother"?

"are you trying to get skinny, mommy?"

"i'm trying"

"why aren't you getting skinny?"

insert expletives.

not really.

then this morning, as i hugged my precious child, (even though he slept in, got up, went to the bathroom and went straight back to his room to play without saying "good morning" or throwing a hug in my general direction because he "forgot"), i asked him why i wasn't skinny.

big mistake.  huge.

he actually had an answer.  ready.  waiting.

"because you sit inside all day.  you have to run every day."

then he grabbed my cheeks with his little crappy hands, turned my face towards his, and repeated "EVERY day."

game over.

see you tomorrow.

-forever dimply stacy