The Richardsons

It's worse than Costco. At least it takes longer. After leaving Abegail's hair in for at least 8 weeks too long, I finally took her to get it redone at my favorite salon. Yes, I am the only person who brings her camera to the salon, but I get such a kick out of these women I had to remember it. These women were like a sweat shop today, a full house. One woman took 7 hours to get her hair done. I think there are heart surgeries that are shorter. Abegail has a beautiful new do and now this moment is recorded in the life book.

"How was school? How was soccer? We're you a good boy? Do you have homework? How was violin? How was lunch? How is Mrs. Archibald?" The questions go on and on every day at our house as I try and catch up on the kids days. Finally one day I said, "Hey, no one asked me how my day was?" Well it was one of the few things they got on the first time. Now I come home and I instantly have three, "How was work Mommy?" They have even bombarded Scott as he walks in the door, "How was work Daddy?" "Did you have a good day?" They saw how pleased I was so as I settle into the house and start with, "Who was eating down here?" They try to divert me, "How was work Mommy?" "Did you take my make-up again?" "How was work Mommy?" No matter what they've done during the day it's nice to be asked by three sweet voices. I officially hate Halloween. I don't hate the costumes or the trick or ...