Saturday

Kristie, KoKo, and I spent Saturday in our favorite fashion -- spending money! Since Kristie has an interview on Tuesday with UND, she needed her hair done and to do some shopping for herself. She has developed this maddening habit of shopping for everyone but herself. So today was devoted to her. But, of course, it didn't necessarily turn out like that.

KoKo and I also got haircuts. KoKo even went through a rite of passage (getting her eyebrows waxed). Thank God I'm a guy. I'd rather have our rites of passage (getting beat up by the neighborhood bully or breaking your first limb) than to undergo such torture as eyebrow waxing.

Here is KoKo under the hairdryer. Since getting my damn cell phone, I have suddenly become one of those insane parents (whom I used to loathe) who feels like they have to take a picture to document every single little event. As I whipped open the phone to snap a few pictures, Kristie told her hairstylist, "He's terrible. Every time the cat is lying in a different, cute position, Kurt says, 'where is the camera?'"

Pathetic. I know. Mom was one who only took about four pictures at every family event and holiday. When she would finally use up a roll of film and had it developed, it was quite telling, for you pretty much see yourself age right before your eyes on that roll of 24 pictures. There would be four from your birthday in 1988. Then they next four would be from Thanksgiving. Next was Christmas. Then she must have lost or forgot the camera because suddenly it would be another Christmas but everyone's clothes are different and the the grand kids are bigger!

Here is KoKo under the dryer.




How cute is she?

Here is an up close picture of the torture.