Gettin' my hair did

To get your hair "did" is one of my most favorite southern sayings, as is actually getting my hair cut one of my most favorite things to do.  It' been over a week now since I got my last hair cut and I'm still loving it.  I think it's the whole idea of the event that gets me excited.  First, it's the one decision I can solely make on my own without any input from my husband, mother or friends.  Do I want it cut shorter, colored, highlighted, bangs, no bangs, I get to decide.  Second, getting a hair cut might be the only thing in my life that I actually get to do alone, no husbands, kids, dogs, phones, just alone.  And third, it's just so relaxing.  You can dish gossip on family members or friends to your hair stylist without being reserved because after all, she doesn't know your family. 

Your hairstylist is like this one amazing friend who is always there to listen and give advice, but who doesn't have any kind of bias because she doesn't really know any of the people or issues you are talking about.  My hairstylist is the best!  She's super cute and fun and really easy to talk to.  I can tell her anything and she always seems to see my side  :)  I can also live or relive my 'young' life through her when she tells her stories of going out or the fun party her and her husband threw the weekend before.  Plus, she's trendy, so I always get the added bonus of good fashion tips when  go to see her.  But best of all, she always has me leaving the salon feeling like a million dollars.  It's like our chats lift a weight from my chest and my hair looks great... what more could you ask for?

So where is the glorious place of wonder where you can get risk free family and fashion advice and a wonderful haircut?  I know you must be thinking heaven, but I say it's any local hair salon.  Find a great gal/ guy you love and let the relaxation begin.  As for me, I go to le reve on 965 in North Liberty.  If you are ever looking for a new stylist, Sarah is the best!

"I'm 2 in January"

If you ask my son, Graham, how old he is, and he is willing to comply with your request, he will most likely tell you "I'm 2 in January!"  Not just 2 or hold up 2 fingers, nope, 2 in January every time.  I'm guessing that is because he has heard me tell the 8 billion people who have asked how old he is that he will be 2 in January... in any case, that is is solid answer.  Well January 27th has arrived and Graham is finally 2, yeah, we lived  :) 

We had a whole bunch of our play group friends over today for cupcakes, snacks and playtime to celebrate.  We have been talking about this all week... about how the 'kids' as he calls them, are coming over to play and we are going to sing Happy Birthday and eat cupcakes, but we have to be nice and share our toys.  He even woke up this morning asking when the kids were coming and kept telling me how he has to be nice and share his toys.  Of course when the kids get here, he cries... almost the whole time.  Nice!  I'm sure it's totally overwhelming for a 2 year old to have so many kids playing with their toys, but really, crying, ugg!  Oh well, he loved the cupcakes and singing and I think everyone had an OK time in the complete chaos. 

After all the kids had left we sat down for some lunch and Graham couldn't even eat.  He talked about a mile a minute about how the kids came over and sang Happy Birthday to me and we played toys... and the kicker... and I cried he said.  I guess they don't call them the terrible twos for nothing.

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Why Peanut Toast and Snackers You Ask?

So if you are wondering why anyone would name their blog "Peanut Toast and Snackers" here is my simple answer: since Graham has learned to talk, almost a year ago now, there are two things he repeatedly asks for, peanut toast and snackers.  No biggy deal, except for the fact that those two items have about fifty meanings to Graham.  Peanut toast can be anything from bread to buns to toast to some item containing peanut butter and snackers, well that just opens up a whole new realm of possibilities.  Snackers, my guess is the combination of snacks and crackers, so of course any time Graham would like something to eat, he simply asks for a "snacker."  Which in return begins the infamous 'conversation' of what kind of snackers he would like, chips, fishy crackers, fruit snacks, cookies, granola bars, cheese and the list goes on and on.  And, because Graham is 2 and has the patience of a flea, each time you offer him an unwanted item he replies with "NO Snackers" and ever increasing frustration until the one perfect snacker is found.  So there it is, nothing clever or funny, but I figured that if this was to be a blog about my life as a mom, that Peanut Toast and Snackers pretty much summed it up.

A new year, a new decade and a fresh start...

I tried to start a blog last year as part of a New Year's resolution, but clearly, as with most resolutions, I didn't follow through.  I love, love, love reading other people blogs, yet I was almost ready to give up on a blog of my own, but for some reason 2010 just seems different to me.  I don't really know what it is about 2010 that is different...thankfully the same husband, Tim, same job, mom, same number of children, thus far one, same number of dogs, one.  Who knows the reason, but this year I have a different attitude about things.  I've started letting go of some old "baggage" that has been weighing me down and I'm starting to feel like a little part of my new leaf is turning over.  So it may be the 21st of January, but I am starting this part of my New Year's resolution today... welcome to my blog!