Tuesday Tag-Along!

I love finding fun new ways to discover some of the amazing blogs floating around in cyber-space. It's so easy to get caught up in my own world, but reading other blogs, getting to know other people with different experiences is... well... it's just really cool!

And at the same time, Delicious as Pie will get a little publicity of its own. I'm always looking for new followers and this is a fantastic way to add to that little Followers list in the right column.

Feel free to click on the Tuesday Tag-Along badge in the left column to find out how you and your blog (if you have a blog, that is) can become a part of it!

Found a blog I have to share with you!

http://farmhousecountrystyle.blogspot.com/

I want my Michigan farmhouse back so I can decorate like this lady!

And remember my Make a Difference Monday posts a while back? We all need to take a cue from a woman who sent this blogger a gift. What a wonderful surprise to receive a gorgeously wrapped gift in the mail!

Say goodbye to the hair!

So long eight inches of hair. So long to massive handfuls of shampoo. So long to 15 minutes wasted in blow drying.

Here is the new and improved, the short(ened) and layered,

the darkened and the curled...

I had planned on donating the length of my hair to Locks of Love. But then the hairdresser told me I'd need to cut another two inches and that would take my hair to above my shoulders. I definitely did not want to do that. And now that my hair is fully cut and styled, I can see there's more than two inches to above my shoulders. I'm not quite sure what she was talking about.

Oh well. I donated 10 inches of hair when four-month old Emma's sweet and grabby little hands pulled and yanked on a minute by minute basis. So I've got my good karma already. :)

Now I'm off to the shower and to make my hair pretty for the day. Yay!

Are they ready? What's more, am I ready?

Hayley and Emma love my new layered hairstyle so much that they now want layers of their own. I'm not so sure about that.

Hayley is almost 13 so age-wise, I think it's the right time for her to start caring a little more about her looks. She loves pulling her hair into a pony tail and it's cute, but I have to tell you... the girl has thick, gorgeous hair and when she lets it down, it's incredible. It's got a little bit of body to lend it wave; it's got natural highlights and lowlights. Talk about being blessed.

Maybe a layered hair cut would be okay. My hesitation, though, lies in the fact that she flatly refuses to blow dry her hair and could generally care less about styling it. And when she does want it styled, I'm the one who still has to do it.

I've yet to see her experiment on her own. That right there tells me she's not ready for a real hairstyle yet.

Now let me expound on the fashionista in the family. Emma.

She loves fashion, hairstyles, accessories and helping me pick out clothes. (I confess that I need the help. Clothes frustrate me to no end and since my mom isn't nearby to pick out my clothes for me every day, I have an Emma to help. LOL)

In fact, Emma is right here next to me drawing and accessorizing a life-size picture of herself. (Giant sheets of Styrofoam are wonderful things, I tell ya!) Don't let the bow in her life-sized self fool you... she won't wear a hair accessory to save her life. While she loves to try new hairstyles, she absolutely will not wear a barrette or hair band to save her life. Pony tails are solely reserved for when she needs to get her hair out of her face.

So is she ready for an pre-teen hair cut? She'll be 10 in one month and two days. I guess we can go with long layers so if she doesn't like them or refuses to do anything with them, she can quickly grow them out.

After sitting here staring at the screen and contemplating the issue, I think the bottom line is... are they willing to take care of their hair themselves? If they're old enough to get actual styles, they should be old enough care for them.

Since when????

Due to the stale quality of a bag of sandwich rolls, Emma and I gleefully headed to a local pond to feed the ducks.

(The last time we'd been there, she was about 18 months. When she unleashed her toddler bread-throwing attempts on the ducks, they scattered.)

There's no chance for Emma to prove to the quackers that her aim has improved. 'Cause feeding ducks is now illegal!!!!

Since when? I guess I understand given the reasons listed on the sign (malnutrition, dependency, disease, environmental degradation and pollution).

But I'm so sad that I''ll no longer have the opportunity to hear my not-so-little girl's giggles as ducks follow her around the path, honking for more bread.

Bummer. Times two.

In light of my optimistic personality, though, I must point out that we had a wonderful time at the pond anyway. We ambled around the perimeter, then sat on a bench and watched the ducks we couldn't feed. Emma leaned her head on my shoulder and we sat there, so comfortable and toasty. I wish I had a photo.

And then we spotted the turtles! Lots and lots of turtles! We laughed as they paddled around the water, sticking their tiny heads above the surface. We counted and quickly lost track of the numbers of dog-paddling turtles.

The turtles garnered a gaggle of little girl giggles. (Like my alliteration there? LOL) So I heard the giggles anyway. *sigh*