“h’ is for hard… as in: potty training. Trying to describe the ‘feeling’ you get right before you hafta go potty is hard. Trying to explain that ‘feeling’ to a child who cannot tell you she wants milk to drink is hard. Trying to explain that to your silent child while she is naked and chasing baby kittens under the porch is harrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrd. I don’t like to do things unless I’m going to be good at it. But, I’m sucking it up; I simply cannot force this thing to work, even with my best efforts. We’re taking a break from the every day psycho training for now. She has cows to feed and holes to dig. We’ll try again in July. [photo 1: She put on her undies by herself. Both pairs. & photo 2: Potty Central and killing time.]
‘h’ is for hair… I have brown hair. Medium brown, very thick hair that bleaches in the front during the summer. Wavy hair that will do what it’s told when put in rollers or pulled into a pony tail. I like my hair.
‘h’ is for He’s Just Not That Into You… a movie I’ve seen several times now. Justin Long? Funny. The last 1/2 hour wrap-up montage? Love it. All of it. So great.
“h’ is for happy and healthy… which I am these days, more often than not. A girl can’t complain about that.
Happy Monday, y’all 🙂