Sunday evening walk at La Jolla Cove. Claire had a hard time understanding why we were close to the beach and not in the water. She kept pointing at the water and grunting; letting us know what she wanted. One of the great joys of Claire's life is chasing waves.
And last but not least, this weekend I did something that I do pretty often and every time I do I swear that I will never do it again. Have you ever looked in the mirror and decided that you can not live with your hair for even 1 more second? That happened this weekend. So I cut it off. By myself. (I didn't realize that when your hair falls out after you have a baby it grows back a couple of months later. My whole head is covered with a halo of curly hair that's only 3 inches long. It's driving my crazy)
My college roommate Melissa said that cutting your own hair was the last step on a slippery slope that lead to self doctoring and self dentistry.
She may be right.