I am relived to find that even after having a baby I don't have to be as grown up as I thought. It is true, I do have a little helpless being who depends on me for his every need and whose life will be influenced by almost every one of the decisions I make for the rest of my life - no pressure- but I can still be just a little whimsical, and for that I am so glad!
This weekend Andy and I indulged our childish sides. It started with a late night date to satisfy an ice cream and adventure craving. After a little bit of web surfing and a few bats of my eyelashes, we wound up at Molly Moon's Homemade Ice Cream. Oh man! When was the last time that you waited in a line half a block long for ice cream? If you are in a little funk, I highly suggest visiting Molly Moon's. It's sure to snap you out of it! I recommend the Cardamom.
Spurred on by our flight of ice cream fancy, we kept up the spontaneous nature of the weekend and spent Sunday night dying our hair. I am now a red head. A fabulous red! The box said something boring, like "Bright Auburn," but I prefer to think of it as balsamic strawberry (thanks Molly!), or perhaps blood orange, or, to keep up the food theme, even pomegranate. Whatever it is, it doesn't look a bit natural, but I love it! It makes me feel famous.
Andy went platinum. He looks famous too. And tough. He looks like he belongs in the X Games, or at the beach, or at a high end club as the bouncer... we are quite the pair, I can assure you!
Now we are two feet into the week. I wonder what new frivolities await!