There are a lot of firsts happening around here this week.

For starters, the girls had their first "grown-up" hair appointments. There were no Sponge Bob Squarepants posters on any walls and no plastic cars to drive while a stylist cut their hair.


I couldn't help but wonder how many of these girl-outings we are going to have in the next fifteen years. I'm pretty sure I'll find myself pretending to read a magazine while discreetly trying to listen to Punkin tell the stylist all of her teenage woes, or to the stylist trying to dissuade Sugs from dyeing her hair pink. For the time being, it was fun, and I'm trying not to analyze it too deeply...even if I'd like to go on a rabbit trail about whether it's weird or not to pay a grown woman to wash your four-year old's hair...

In other news, the Ticking Time Bomb known as our son (age 2) went to his first movie in a theater - Toy Story 3. It was more for his parents than him. I went armed with hidden lollipops, baby wipes, and a sippy cup. The best part was all the family that went with us - Real Gil's parents and nephew, and my parents. All of the parents sat in front of us and kept muttering to one another about the ornery children behind them and how back in their day children sucked on popcorn kernels they grew in the field instead of buying overpriced, overbuttered popcorn. I'm totally kidding on that last part. But I wouldn't put it past them. Those grandparents were naughty. Delinquents, really.

Yes, little podunk movie theater, if you are looking for your 3-D glasses, ask the delinquents who sat in row 4.


Sinners.

And lastly, after three years of living in our little nest, we are finally trying to decorate our bedroom. Trying might be the key word here.


Thank the good Lord that the Little Man still takes a nap or I would never finish painting. The only part left is to convince myself that the color isn't too freaky. Or start over.

What is a "FIRST" in your life this week?

Resting in Him,
Karen