Crawling

   Well, Paddy McGee is crawling. I was pretty proud of him crawling at first since he was only 6 months old. It lasted about 5 minutes. Dude is into everything! He's oddly facinated with the DVR, so that's usually the first place he'll go when I put him on the floor. That is, unless he's distracted by anything with a cord. Or just generally anything expensive. Pat's been trying to encourage him walking now too. Something I most definitely am not. Paddy can learn to walk on his own, the sooner he walks, the sooner he gets into my shit. The sooner he gets into my shit, the sooner I call my baby an asshole again. And I really don't want to call Paddy an asshole. So crawling it is!

   I finally went to get my hair cut and dyed last week. I realized the fat-midwestern-housewife look wasn't really working for me. The last time I went to the salon was before Paddy was born. So I had roots from over SEVEN months ago! Holy sheep shit, it looked terrible. Since my hair is usually in a knot on the top of my head, I guess I just didn't realize how bad it was getting. But now, I have beautiful, luxurious, and (completely) blonde hair. Yay me!