Well, Pea's last set of braids lasted 6 weeks. The growth is just too much for me. It just looks silly and sloppy to me. So, out they came.

I had planned on putting in new braids using the old parts, but decided that all that extra "hair" is probably too hot for summer. Plus, I've heard of lots of braids coming out in the pool. So, eventually, I'll put in some flat twists or box twists, but for now it's free (my favorite style on her, actually) and we got a compliment from a Black lady at the grocery store yesterday. Others, who didn't realize that her hair was in extentions, have been shocked to see that I "cut" it! :) Hee hee.

Punk's had a little re-do of his own. The canvas bins that he's had to store his toys since he was eensy were getting somewhat raggedy (and, truth be told, somewhat dangerous, what with their frames poking out). Punk was quite concerned about the state of affairs and begged me to get some new bins. I opted for less-cute-but-more-practical plastic tubs this time. They have lids, so they're stackable. And, they were on sale.

Punk was bummed that he had to wait until after his nap yesterday afternoon to start organizing the menagerie. But, he got a great start on things before we headed to a meeting at church after dinner. Because I get to talking and can't pull myself away, we didn't get home from that meeting until after 9 PM. We hustled the kiddinkidinks into their beds and did the quick version of the bedtime routine.

I was reading myself to sleep around 11:00 when I heard some bumps and thumps next door. I expected my wee one to pop out and use the bathroom. Nope. Just more bumping and thumping.

I opened the door and there he was, in the glow of his night light, standing there next to his train table, with the guiltiest look on his face.

Me: "Whatcha doin', Bud-bud?"

Punk: "I couldn't sleep. The train table was such a mess. I had to clean it up."

Me, scooting him toward his bed: "Oh. Well, I'm glad that you want to keep your things neat and tidy, but it's way past your bedtime. It's even past MY bedtime! I'll make sure you have time to finish this up tomorrow, okay?"

Punk: "Okay, Mama. Good night."

Me: "Good night, Punkinhead."