Sunday, February 28, 2010

Mullet Madness

With baseball season upon us, my son finally decided to cut his long golden locks. (It may also have something to do with the unnecessary roughness his mother employed while combing his hair every morning). So, my talented sister came over today to do a quick cut. She talked him into letting her give him a mullet for a few minutes. I can't believe we thought these were cool--I can remember Christy McNichols in The Pirate Movie in about 1982 started this trend--I had one--but not as bad as they eventually became.



Here's my handsome boy after it all was chopped off. We had a Cub Scout function where all the boys got beads and basketball awards. My boys are lucky to have some fantastic Scout leaders. Our ward has a Tiger program thanks to a parent who wanted her younger son to have the opportunity to be in Scouts--and now our Tiger pack is larger than the Wolf pack.

Our family was blessed this past month with a new little niece. I could've sworn my niece Rachael had cured my brother and his wife of ever wanting another child, but, apparently, parental amnesia kicked in, and they took the plunge for the 4th time. This little girl is so beautiful. All their kids are--my sister had my nephew Bryce with her at the grocery store when he was about 6 months, and some lady screamed and jumped when Bryce moved. She thought my sister was carrying around a big China doll. This little girl is definitely a keeper. We all fight over who gets to hold her at church and family dinners--and her siblings and parents fight over who gets to hold her at home. I practically had to pry her from her daddy's arms today. Mary Ellen says its cause he didn't get to see her ALL NIGHT (like she did) that he wanted to hold her all morning. I'm sure glad none of us are sarcastic in our family!

Finally, an update on what I'm reading right now. I just finished The Help which was fantastic, I'm in the middle of Brandon Sanderson's final Mistborn Trilogy book, and I'm also listening to Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert which I'm really enjoying. This book made a big splash a few years back, and I can see why. The book is a series of vignettes or stories from her year of travel to Italy, India and Indonesia. But it is really her spiritual journey; her year of figuring out how to be in the world but not of the world, and of finding divinity. I like her views on spirituality and can definitely see how to apply them to my own life. I don't generally do non-fiction, but I'm glad I picked this one up.