Hairy Scary!

My Chi Hair Dryer, AND Chi Flat-iron both died within days of each other. I think this is the 6th Chi Dryer, and 5th Chi Flat-iron that I have killed in 2 years. I know some people have had outstanding luck with their Chi Hair Care appliances, but I am not one of those people. My warranty expired back in November (convenient). So, I won't be getting any free replacements. Luckily, I had a spare flat-iron in storage under my bathroom sink (it was a free gift, when I purchased a curling iron from Sally Beauty a few months ago). And I have been using the extra cheap-o hair dryer originally purchased to use when I do spray-on tans.
Both devices have been working fine. I guess you don't need to spend a fortune to have good hair.

Reagan has been a lot better about letting me do her hair lately. In fact, I've noticed subtle changes in her, in the past few weeks that are very promising! She has been so much better about listening and following directions. It makes my life easier.
Yes, life has been easier, but definitely not boring. Never a dull moment, when Reagan is around.
This week: I met my Mom and Sister for lunch at Paradise Bakery. My Mom got Reagan out of the car, and I didn't realize that Reagan took my iPhone in to the restaurant with her. We ordered our food to go, and left. A few hours later, when I was going to leave my Mom's house I couldn't locate my phone. Heather said that she noticed Reagan playing with it at Paradise Bakery. I went back to the bakery, and sure enough, they had the phone. The employee that returned the phone to me told me that the patron that turned it in said, "a little girl ran up and handed the phone to him, and then ran away, and that he couldn't find the girl when he looked for her".
I'm appreciative that (at least) the gentleman Reagan gave the phone to was honest. I've got to keep a better eye on my phone, I suppose. I swear, I only have two eyes- but I need to keep my eye on a million things.

Then, a day later... Nick took my car to work, and I was driving the truck around so that my brother could use it to move that day (he & Jenny are moving in to the house my parents purchased, in Centerville, so that it isn't sitting empty). My Mom and I took the girls to get some lunch. When we arrived back at the house, my Mom went ahead to open the door. I took Reagan out of her carseat, and moved her to the passenger seat so that it would be easier for me to remove her from the car (it is no small feat, getting in and out of that tall truck).
I also tossed the car keys in to my diaper bag, which was sitting on the front seat too.
I jumped (literally) out of the truck and started to walk around to the passenger side to get Reagan and Elsa. As I rounded the corner of the truck I heard a: "click". It only took a moment to confirm my panicky suspicions. Reagan had hit the electronic lock button. I was locked out, and my girls were locked in. It was a very sinking feeling that I had in the pit of my stomach. How could I have been so stupid?
Fortunately, as I mentioned earlier, Reagan is getting so much better at following instructions. And after some desperate pleading on my part, and my Mom's (who had just returned to the car), Reagan hit the electronic unlock button.
My girls were safe. And I learned that I need to use my brain at all times. Imagine that.

Two years ago my good friend Janetta cut off my long hair. I gave the hair to someone that I thought could use it. Recently, the recipient gave the hair back to me, because there wasn't enough of it to make an entire wig (apparently, you need 4 donations of hair to make a wig!). I contacted Pantene Beautiful Lengths to see if they'd still take it as a donation, even though it was 2 years old. They told me to send it in. So, I did. Hopefully, someone will be able to benefit from my donation.