Since my last post my hair has already started losing the color, revealing the wonderful world of white hiding underneath. The orange scare turned out to be nothing. By the time I went to rinse the color had changed from orange to crazy dark. After washing and such, my hair was just fine, it actually turned out a littler darker than usual. Who knows. I never buy the same box and don’t want to pay the price at the salon, so I never know what I’ll get. I guess I just love the suspense.
Why can’t I have her hair?!
A few days after my last post Andrew left on a trip across the world to China. He went to stay with cousin Mandy (also husband Renny and baby Anya) and met up with cousin Kate as well. Hi guys! It was a good time for him to go because family is living right there in Beijing and will be moving back to the States soon, we think. He had a wonderful time exploring a land he’s always wanted to see and food he’s been longing to eat. I myself prefer to stay pretty much planted close to home. I guess that’s one of my flaws. It’s probably more exciting to be married to someone that wants to travel, but I really love being home and really hate being on airplanes. Guess you can’t have it all right?
While Andrew was away I had a week alone with the girls. We did very well. Molly was missing Daddy a lot but we made it through the week with emails and the occasional video chat over Skype. It was so weird to know that he was scaling the Great Wall while we were sleeping tight on the other side of the earth.
Molly spent the week making books about China and how it was her worst enemy. She hates places that are so far away that Daddy wants to go to. I tried to tell her that it wasn’t China’s fault, but wasn’t extremely successful.
Here is proof in writing that China is indeed her worst enemy. Along side is a picture of Molly crying for Daddy at the airport and me trying to comfort her and tell her that it’s ok. It was actually quite heartbreaking.
So we’re happy he had fun and even more happy to have him back home. I realized that I’d probably make an awful single mom. For one thing, I can’t remember things so well anymore. I had notes for myself all over the place. I mean, who can remember that their child needs to bring a green pepper into school on Friday!?
