Haircuts, Cooking, and Granny Things

Despite loving Lukie's long hair, we finally decided to get him more of a summer cut. He didn't have the ability to put it up in a ponytail - so not so fun in the warm months. I must admit that he is just so darn cute that people were mistaking him for a girl as well.

I realized that we seem to define, despite our best intentions, children too much based on clothes and haircut. I don't want to compartmentalize them in a gender, or expectations of such in it's trappings. He can have long hair as much as he pleases - but I know he was ready to have it shorter too.



Last night Mama and Lukie had a rare hour or so together for Mama + Lukie time. We played a game of Ladybug, ran barefoot (despite the chill) when the Popsicle Man came (thus the blue mouth), read two Dumb Bunny books by Dav Pilkey and then cooked. We made his fav muffins and made a nice quiche with fresh spinach and feta. Lukie got to pick what we did and he managed to capture several of his favorites in that brief time.

He is using my Granny's squishy whisk. I can remember her using this countless times as she made scrambled egg sandwiches with apple jelly for me. On my hot summer days Granny would cook in her cheerful kitchen with her whisk and little apron, and then send me out to eat on the clover under the shade of the pecan tree. You always washed things down with a small bottle of Coca-Cola in a small glass bottle, and then rested after lunch as that is what one is supposed to do. Maybe even a nap or so, or even just a doze.

I love my whisk - and miss my Granny - and find comfort in the small memories that keep her alive.