Halloween Ponies
It may be eight months till Halloween but Brooke is getting ready by giving her My Little Ponies Halloween costumes.
February 2013
Discovery Gateway Children’s Museum
I was talking with some friends about the Discovery Gateway children’s museum. We had never been. One of my friends mentioned she had a pass that allows people to accompany her, so she invited us along. My kids were in heaven. They just love playing with new things.
There was a construction zone:
Spencer loved riding around in the little cars:
Let’s all say a little prayer of thanks that Brooke was able to finish her house before someone knocked it over:
Caroline loved the food area:
The drinking fountain was as fun to play with as the other toys:
Brooke has a bit of an obsession with ponies at the moment all stemming from her love for My Little Ponies. She found the horse costume and wore it for hours:
They found a big pony to ride:
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On Losing Ten Inches
This: 
Minus this:
Equals this:
My long hair had been driving me nuts for ages now. It strangled me as I slept. It got so tangled I hated to comb it. It shed everywhere wreaking havoc on our vacuum. As I told my stylist to cut it off, I could tell she was trying to assess how emotionally difficult it would be for me to part with the locks I had been growing forever. I assured her I was fine with getting rid of it all and indeed, I was.
The horror set in later.
Not about my new cut, it’s fine. It’s that clump of hair that she cut. I kept it so I could mail it to Locks of Love. I haven’t gotten around to mailing it yet so it’s just lying around. It’s surprisingly unsettling to walk into my bedroom and catch a ponytail hanging out on my dresser. It’s just so out of place. Sitting there…so unattached to a head. I imagine it feels like Andy’s toys, unceremoniously discarded when the owner has lost use for them. My poor ponytail. You served me well. Take heart – I promise you’ll get your second lease on life as soon as I mail you off.
But beyond that thought is this.
THAT PONYTAIL LOOKS BROWN!
Let me say that again. Brown. BROWN. Go ahead. Scroll back up to see it again. Does it look brown to you? Do I in fact have brown hair? I’ve always thought I was blonde. Am I? I can’t tell anymore. That darn ponytail has found a way to exact its revenge on me making me question everything I thought I knew about how I look.
Help. My birthday’s coming up. If I need to renew my driver’s license I’ll have no idea how to answer that hair color question.
