This morning after my shower I blow dried, straightened my hair and pulled the front part of it back, getting ready to apply my make up. As usual for some reason I leaned over the sink so I could get a close up of myself in the mirror. (Why do I do this every time I shower? I'm suddenly asking myself {right this minute} this question even though I've done it for years. What's with the obsession of looking closely at myself in the mirror and then getting totally grossed out at what I see? You'd think I'd learn)! Hmmm, that's a little funny...............what's that kinda shiny thing in my hair? Taking a closer look: lint from the towel? Shampoo and/or conditioner I didn't rinse out very well? Some other alien object that Trish's boys got stuck in there, like a piece of Ring Pop? I separated my hairs to locate and discover what this shiny thing was.
GASP!!!! Are you kidding me?!
Is that really a gray hair??? I frantically separate the hairs quicker and find that it is indeed a non-towel-lint strand of hair. I'm only 25 what the heck is it doing in my head? I quickly pulled it out and examined it precisely......maybe it's just a really blond hair, I hope?! Part of it is brown like it should be from the last dye I used a few months ago, but then a definite white/blond color which I don't think is blond because the pit in my stomach tells me otherwise. I anxiously went through the rest of my hair to see if there was any more. Nope. And what an odd place for a gray hair, behind my ear but higher up toward the top of my head. I thought gray hairs start around the ears and temples. I found the appropriate place for this strand of hair and quickly flushed it down.
As I've been thinking about this all morning and debating whether to blog about it, I thought it's no body's business if I have gray hair and if they find out then they will know I dye my hair but not necessarily for the purpose of covering grays. But then I thought, when I'm old and go back to read this journal, how sad will it be if I don't document my first sight of my very first gray hair? That would be sad and I would like to reflect back and make fun of myself for being so dramatic. But................... it WAS a gray hair and I'm ONLY 25 years old people!
I promised Joseph's kids a long time ago that they'd get a surprise if they went to bed when I asked them to while I was babysitting one night. (Yes, bribery makes an awesome aunt)! I will say they were disappointed I didn't bring them an activity/craft to make, but they'd never had a ring pop before so they were a little antsy to try one.
Instantly fell in love with their large, tasty jewelry.
Quentin especially loved his ring pop.
Peytin loved his ring pop as well. After a while he kinda turned......weird. Like, he wasn't Peytin anymore.
Too much sugar, he turned into a zombie that wouldn't respond to anything. (Note to self).
