Bye bye bed head...

I've now got this haircut thing down — third time's a charm. Bubbles, Blues Clues and lollies... what more does one need? By the end of it, I liked what I saw. And I'm digging my new leave-in conditioner.

before - note wisps and mad scientist-hair fuzz

after: slick and styled and ready to roll

I'll Raise You Five

Today was a banner day. Cohen and I reunited - as in, on purpose, since the hairpulling incidents of this past Spring. He seemed not just fine but dare I say delighted to see me. Perhaps it was because I was sitting beyond touchable range.

I Heart the MTA

I've been talking an awful lot about choo-choo trains (as in, every fourth word), so my parents took me to one of the finest cultural institutions I'll ever know: the New York City Transit Museum. Also known as Seventh Heaven. It was a fascinating experience on a number of levels: it offered a glimpse into history, a look into the city's urban development, and chronicled a tale of pop-culture (with less than subtle advertising that would've made Don Draper wince). Best of all though, I got to run around, slam doors and press a whole lot of buttons.

Weekend with Daddy

My mom was a bit suspect when my dad not only agreed to but encouraged her to accept an invitation to a blissful girl's getaway in Amagansett. Eventually, she got him to fess up: Should Collingwood win the playoffs to compete in the Grand Final (touch wood), my dad will be cashing in all his miles to fly across the world to Melbourne to cheer on the Pies for an estimated five days. However the negotiations net out, I had a grand time with dad while my mom was off finding herself in the Hamptons. And it turns out I've effectively set my mom's body clock to wake at 6:58 AM-- kid or no kid, with or without dirty martinis.

Cousin Max!

The more I age, the more I appreciate family, in particular my Cousin Max, quite possibly the coolest 13-year old I've ever met. Also, I loved hanging with my Auntie Wawa and Uncle Alex. Their visit was (too) short and sweet.