We might be ready for Halloween.  We might have been planning this for a good 10 months.  And we might already know what we’re doing next year.  And “we” might actually mean “I.”

I’ve been totally convinced I would be so fine without ever having a baby girl.  But this was fun enough to maybe change my mind.

In my defense, this was not one bit my idea.  I did, however, finally cave after several minutes of whining and begging while he watched me do my own toes.  And I definitely didn’t suggest we continue with the fingers.  He just seemed to know exactly what should come next.  Then I went to dry my hair, and look who wanted a turn, too.

Once we were all prettied up, we built a fancy train track.  And then, once again at Samuel’s suggestion, we played monsters who destroy the Island of Sodor.  So I really don’t think the pink polish did too much harm.

I can just imagine the smug look on Erik’s face that without words, will easily communicate, “That’s why I dont let you do these kind of things.”  Yeah, well that’s why I’m not telling him.  He’ll never know.  Until he comes home from work today and sees what I’ve done to our child.

In self defense, Samuel’s hair was bad news.  It was long, unruly, and driving me nuts.  I’ve been snipping at it for about a week now, and today decided to just pull out the clippers.  I could’ve sworn we always use the 3 to cut Sam’s hair, and then the 2 on back and sides.  So so sooooo wrong.  And not a whole lot of fixing I could do after making that first stripe from forehead to crown.  No going back then.  Crap crap crap.  At least Samuel isn’t quite old enough yet to hate me for making him look like an alien.  I’m more worried about the crap Erik is going to give me.  However, I did just find these pictures on the camera from last weekend when I was out of town.  So maybe Erik doesn’t have as much on me as I first thought.