First Word...?

I'm totally counting this for her first word (And not JUST because it's mama):

makes me smile.

(and how about that hair? Cracks me up.)

Betrothed

Eisley had her first real date this weekend. Sure she's met other boys; there was Kaleb from Kentucky who was super cute but a little shy around her and Bentley from Boise who was sick when she met him, so she couldn't be sure what he was really like. But for this weekend, it was lunch at a Chinese restaurant to meet my good friend Brooke's son, Jett for the first time. A REAL date. I was glad she let me tag along and take pictures. Something I'm SURE she won't let me do when she's a teenager. But I was there this time and it was priceless.

I think it went well...

Jett nervously munching his appetizer until Eisley arrived.

Neither of them were sure what to think.

Play it cool, play it cool. Don't seem too eager.Jett tried his hardest to share with Eisley, but she was playing hard to get.He got a little discouraged, and Eisley kept looking to me for comfort.Finally, she reached out to accept his offer.Oh yeah! Jett is very satisfied with himself."Mom! I think he likes me!"
Finally dropping all pretenses, (and realizing Eisley can't eat crackers) he just went for her hand. What a stud.It was time to say goodbye all too soon.Eisley didn't get the memo on "you go 90, let them come the last 10"
She went straight in for the kiss.
That is one happy couple!

Okay, okay, so I realize it's crazy to plan your daughter's marriage and put her on fake dates. But after seeing these pictures, I'm not so sure it was fake.

At any rate, we had a blast seeing Brooke and Jett and are so glad they made the long journey down from Canada and that Dev and I could make it up from Utah to see the Interior Design art show and have some much-needed girls time. Thanks for the memories! And who knows, maybe these two will live happily ever after?

The Pigtail Saga

Eisley's hair has been unmanageable lately, so I finally plucked up my courage, picked up a comb and attempted pigtails. I'm happy to say it was a success. See for yourself:

Front View

Back View

So I was all proud of myself and kept looking at her funny all day, because I'm not used to her hair being pulled back. She didn't seem to mind, thankfully. Well, little did I know I had made a BIG mistake. I put pigtails in her hair on a non-bath day. See, we only bathe her every other day because we don't want to dry out her already sensitive skin. I did not think of what would happen that night when we took the pigtails out. Or the next morning...

THIS is what happened:
...that night......the next morning...
(P.S. This is TOTALLY my desktop background picture right now. Cracks me up)So the only logical thing to do, was to put her hair in pigtails yet again. And yet again, she looked adorable (even if she IS chewing on her shoe):


So that night we were at my mom's and she said she'd give Eisley a bath with her cousin Elaina. I brought Eisley in to my mom and this was our conversation:
me:"Okay she's ready!"
mom: "Yes, dear, but you have to take out her hair ties."
me: "I already did!"

Can you see why she was confused?
That hair is doing it on its own!

So we finally got the perma-piggies out of her hair and she slept wonderfully knowing she was clean and probably free of the headache induced by such tight little pigtails. And I thought we were finally done with the drama resulting from my self-perceived successful attempt at doing hair.

I was wrong...WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THIS GRANDMA FRO?!?

The poor girl had worn her hair pulled back for two days straight and it gave me a headache just LOOKING at how tight those little pony tails were. I didn't want to inflict that upon her again! So this time I resorted to using product. I swore I'd never do it, but it cannot be helped. I used some spray gel in her hair.

Still, not great.

But after a little drying, a little tousling and a little hairbow, we finally ended up with something I could live with. And in fact, I love this picture of her. (Yes I changed her outfit. It was too cold for shorts, I just wanted to try them on her.)

So there it is. I'm learning slowly how to deal with her beautiful curly hair. I've never had curly hair. I've never had a baby. This is a HUGE learning curve for me. But at least I'm able to laugh at the process. And I wouldn't trade her for anything, OR her luxurious locks.