Monday, December 14, 2009

Good hair is hard to come by.

Especially when it's on a two year old who thinks if she stops moving she will die.
But when it's good, it is oh, so good.
It's kind of like when the dog gets back from the groomers; I love him more. When Lily is wearing her piggy tails, I love her more.
Here we are on our way to Skate town last Friday night. Yes, we're that cool. It brought back funny memories of my weekend nights spent at my local skating rink. And it was just as much fun eighteen years later. I pushed Lily in the stroller and me and the boys, 'got down on it.' Literally.

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