I'm Not a Hippie

Ok... caught a quick glimpse of my own reflection in the mirror today. One may mistaken me for a hippie. But I'm not.

I may seem like I'm high on something. The reality is I'm delirious from waking up every 3 hours and haven't had my coffee yet. (Christian started sleeping till 5AM a couple of weeks ago but once he turned 3 months, he started waking up every 3 hours again. What's that all about?)

Peace loving laid back type of gal. That's partly true. Husband and I rarely fight. We get along really well and even find the time for intimacy quite often... don't hate me. The only time I raise my voice at home is with the girls. But you just haven't seen me yell all that much lately because my in-laws are here. They get all antsy if we yell at the girls. But after 3 months, they started talking about disciplining and making sure we get them on the right track while they're still young. I think they're starting to see our side. I refuse to have spoiled kids.

Tie dyed clothes? Oh no. Those are stains. Mostly spit up... but some are of other things. Not quite sure what. Hoping it's food. But... Christian is quite the sprinkler. Keep reminding the in-laws they've got to stop staring at the family jewels at each diaper change.

Long wavy hair. It's long because the last time I went to a salon was over a year ago. I don't have time. It's wavy because I usually keep it in a messy twisty bun bird's nest type of do that gives my hair a semi wavy look.