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I got my hair done Friday night. It looks pretty good. I'm pleased with the cut and hi lites. I honestly think that I am going to break down and call my old hairdresser for my next cut and hi lite. I miss him. He really is one of the best in the business, but to be truthful, I needed a break and I'm ready to go back. When I make my next approintment I'm going to make it with him! I'm sure he'll take me back.
So my youngest wakes up Saturday morning, comes down stairs and says she threw up last night. So I say, well I don't do puke or poop while I'm pregnant. I look at the hubby and he gives her some paper towel to go and clean it up. She didn't quite make it to the bathroom. Well she comes back down stairs and tells him she needs the whole roll. The hubby goes upstairs with her, comes right back down and says, "we need the steam cleaner." Gross. I didn't even go up at that point. She was on the top bunk, puked in that bed and mananged to get it on the lower bunk to. Yes, I did tons of laundry yesterday. She ran a fever of 102 and pretty much layed around all day. Poor baby. But there was no fever today, so I took her to the movies, while the hubby took the oldest to the auto show. We saw Hoodwinked. It was cute. A nice twist to Little Red Riding Hood.
I finally got a chance to try out the prenatal yoga video that I bought at the maternity resale shop last week. I loved it! I will do that every other day. It was crazy, but while I was doing it I was getting all emotional. I don't know why. My hormones must be in overdrive or something. The instructor was saying look down at your belly and tears just instantly welled up in my eyes. I'm not an overly emotional person, but I do remember being prego with my first one and that was when Rescue 911 used to be on TV and I always cried at every episode. Yep, it's hormones. It felt good to do yoga. I don't know why I don't do it when I'm not prego. Maybe that will change. I do love to do pilates, but I was never thrilled with yoga and I never really gave it a chance.
It's Sunday night and I'm patiently waiting for 24 to come on. Should be a good show tonight.
rock on...
So my youngest wakes up Saturday morning, comes down stairs and says she threw up last night. So I say, well I don't do puke or poop while I'm pregnant. I look at the hubby and he gives her some paper towel to go and clean it up. She didn't quite make it to the bathroom. Well she comes back down stairs and tells him she needs the whole roll. The hubby goes upstairs with her, comes right back down and says, "we need the steam cleaner." Gross. I didn't even go up at that point. She was on the top bunk, puked in that bed and mananged to get it on the lower bunk to. Yes, I did tons of laundry yesterday. She ran a fever of 102 and pretty much layed around all day. Poor baby. But there was no fever today, so I took her to the movies, while the hubby took the oldest to the auto show. We saw Hoodwinked. It was cute. A nice twist to Little Red Riding Hood.
I finally got a chance to try out the prenatal yoga video that I bought at the maternity resale shop last week. I loved it! I will do that every other day. It was crazy, but while I was doing it I was getting all emotional. I don't know why. My hormones must be in overdrive or something. The instructor was saying look down at your belly and tears just instantly welled up in my eyes. I'm not an overly emotional person, but I do remember being prego with my first one and that was when Rescue 911 used to be on TV and I always cried at every episode. Yep, it's hormones. It felt good to do yoga. I don't know why I don't do it when I'm not prego. Maybe that will change. I do love to do pilates, but I was never thrilled with yoga and I never really gave it a chance.
It's Sunday night and I'm patiently waiting for 24 to come on. Should be a good show tonight.
rock on...