Memories in hair

T and I are going to a gala this evening. Doesn't that sound fabulously fancy and fun? Not least because it's a lowly Tuesday but also, we rarely attend such events. As it happens, we're the lucky guests of friends for the St. Jude's fete tonight, and I'm very excited: great cause, wonderful pals, cocktail dresses, a date with my hubs. None of that happens often enough so yee-haw! I decided to get my hair done and while sitting in the stylist's chair today, hair spray and bobby pins a'flying, I thought back to my wedding day and the copious amounts of pins and shellac that went into my matrimonial coif. I loved it; it was a sleek but not severe updo, hair pulled back and swept away from my face, twisted and turned into a beautiful bun just high enough to hold a small tiara and the clip of my veil. My lovely helmet did not budge that night- not through veil shifts and removal, tremendous amounts of dancing and a full outfit change just before T and I headed off to our hotel. Impressive.

Yet once at the hotel, I really wanted to let my hair loose and brush it out. Had I remembered to pack a brush? I had not, and by the time I hand-picked the hundreds of pins out and finger-combed the bun to freedom, I looked like Medusa and T was nearly asleep. As it turns out, I'd also forgotten eye makeup remover, and the aftermath of waterproof mascara, fake eyelashes and a basic bar of hand-soap really left me looking fairly rough. Good times, good memories.

Quick note of hilarity about today's style: midway through he asked, "How's this looking?" It was bordering on bouffant so I said, "Well, slightly high, actually. I feel like I'm from Dallas." Without missing a beat, M replied, "The higher the hair, the closer to God," before chuckling mischievously and cinching things tight. I about fell out.

More o' the wet stuff

See, what did I just say about the February tease? It comes every year, we relish in its warmth and then the curtain drops. Today = snow. Lots of it.

I got the kids to school, came home and made apple cider muffins (love them! LOVE!) and then Nut and I hit the couch. It's the only way to roll sometimes.

Diapers a gone-gone? Dinner

If you've not gotten your Benedict fix in a day or so, here you go. Works for me. Thank me later. As an aside, I can't tell you how much I sometimes wish his name were nicknameable (because, let's be honest, it doesn't just roll off the tongue). But it's not. B.Cum? Epic fail. Ben? Not a chance! Benny? A you-can't-possibly-know-who-this-guy-is offense.

I lurve him!

People, it seems that diapers as a needed product in my home will soon be nothing more than a pee-scented memory. At least until incontinence or grandchildren come along. And if the boys' statements are any sort of accurate foreshadowing ("Since we can't marry you, we're not going to get married. We're going to live together in a house next door to yours. It's gonna be full of candy, snakes, and iPads. Maybe, maybe we'll find a lady and she'll help us get a baby and then we'll give it to you." WTF, people?), incontinence will come sooner and we won't be talking about that or diapers or any such thing.

But back to the present. Ol has declared that he wants to be "dwy at night!" and so we're off. Towels in the bed, the pee-alarm strapped to his jammies, interrupted sleep at night for the greater good of dwyness at night.

I admit there is little more deliciously darling than a chubby toddler toddling around in nothing more than a diaper. That is sweetness and light at its best, and Ol can definitely still make me swoon in that maternal "his butt and its functions are SO cute" way. But undies are cool too, so I am his biggest cheerleader right now. If he wants it, moi aussi, though then my babies' babyhood will really be gone. Sad but not, poignant but such is life. I took about 4 million pics of his diapered bottom so I do have the ability to look back. And I surely will!

T worked late tonight so I went whole-hog (fauxg) Meatless Monday: farro with roasted broc, leeks, Meyer lemon and hazelnuts with blood orange-infused olive oil and goat cheese. Me likey!