for finally taking the plunge and cutting my hair. i'm not absolutely thrilled with my new pixie cut (i'd forgotten that my hair---completely lifeless when i grow it long---is an ill-behaved mess of cowlicks when cut short, which means i need to be very specific with the stylist about avoiding the dreaded bushy sideburn) but i still do feel more like myself this way and i'm still glad i did it. 

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for t., who at 18 months has begun to sound, adorably, something like a russian immigrant whose english and hearing are poor. lately all our conversations go like this: 

me: "t., would you like some cheese?"
t.: "eh?"
me: "cheese?"
t.: "eh? eh?? "
me, enunciating very carefully: "cheese. would. you. like. some. cheese?"
t., nodding enthusiastically as he realizes i'm offering him a favorite snack: "ah, chiz! da! chiz! da."