It’s interesting to pump my breast milk at work.

(If I just say “pump”, do you know what I mean?)

I’m locked away in a little closet area. Nobody would even know I was in there. I can hear them, but they can’t see or hear me.

They think they’re alone.

You’d be surprised at how many of them don’t wash their hands after using the toilet. I assume this is because they don’t think there is anyone to see that they didn’t wash their hands.

It’s gross.

And it makes me even more freaked out about how gross bathrooms are.

(It’s also surprising how many of the women totally snub me when I’m washing my pump accoutrements in the sink. Yes, I know it’s not the cleanest place to do this, especially since you guys aren’t even washing your hands. But where in the crap do you want me to do this at?? It’s embarrassing enough for me. Please don’t make me feel like a loser.)

It’s official. I’m a nerd. A huge nerd.

Last night The King showed me this great new thing he found on our cable TV. You can get the radio on the TV. Now I’ve always known you could listen to music on it, but this is actual Washington state radio stations.

On the TV.

Radio on the TV.

How awesome is that?

The best part is that you can TiVo them (yes, we tried it out). So I can now TiVo NPR and listen to it whenever I want. This also means I won’t have to set the baby monitor by our only radio in the bedroom and use it to listen to the radio in the front room.

I am so going to spend today setting up the TiVo for all my favorite radio programs.

(you think I’m kidding.)

(I am so serious!)

The King does a lot of work for that one company that rhymes with Mordstrom. Their head office is right in downtown Seattle. The King has to go there a few times a week. Every time he goes there they ask to see Babboo. Today is the day that he’ll take Babboo over there so they can see him.

I’m so stressed out about what to dress Babboo in this morning. I mean, this is the head office for Mordstrom. They are fancy there. They don’t want to see him in some cheesy Carter’s pajamas (which he’s currently sporting, as we speak). No, he must look classy.

The baby owns very few classy outfits.

Looks like he’ll be wearing his Mr. T shirt. Again.

That’s classy, right?

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Will we ever get through all of your awesome questions? Slowly, but surely.

Whitney (who seriously has the prettiest blog) asked:

Ok, what quirks do you have? Everyone has them and I have about a million, i.e. I can’t stand to touch frosted glass. So, what’s weird about you?

Duh, there is nothing weird about me. (Frosted glass, really? Why?!)

I have so many quirks.

I’ve blogged about the number one one (haa!) before. Basically, I have to book in the shower as soon as I get home. You just never know what might be lurking behind the curtain.

I also have to have the alarm set so that I can wake up on an “8″. This one has been around since I was a little kid. (I know I’ve blogged about this one also, but I’m too lazy to find the link!) Since “8″ is my lucky number I feel like if I wake up on an “8″ my day will go well. I think the alarm is set for 5:08 right now.

Ella (who has a super fun blog all about gossip) asked quite a few questions:

Tell us about your work: What is it that you do for a construction firm? Do you like working in a male dominated industry? Do you find that it sometimes pays to be a girl or is it totally the opposite?

We all know it isn’t smart to talk too much about your place of employment on your blog. So I’ll try to be vague.

I work for a huge engineering firm. But I work in the very small construction management division. We manage huge construction projects. It’s great because construction projects only last so long, and then the building/parking garage/airport/library/train station is built and you get to move on to a different project. Sometimes I get to work in a construction trailer right on the construction site, sometimes I work at our main downtown office.

For the last few years (and during most of the pregnancy) I was working out on site. Now I’m back at our downtown office. I prefer the office. Mostly because it has running water and toilets. And also because it’s closer to home.

The project I’m on right now requires me to look at photos of specific types of buildings that we’ve inspected around America. What are in these photos? TOILETS. Yes, I look at toilets all day. And not just toilets, but pictures of toilets. Gag.

But I love this project. The people on my current team rock. (Did I mention this is also close to home? Because that’s a big bonus for me!)

I don’t mind working in a totally male dominated field. Sometimes I don’t even notice.

Do I think it pays to be a female in this field? Not at all. Do I get sexually harassed on a monthly basis? Sure. Do I complain? Sometimes. Will I quit because of it? Heck no.

I really do like my job. And as long as they pay me to show up and learn and have fun, then I’ll keep coming back.

Would you pose nude in a magazine for 10 million dollars?

Depends on what magazine. I would think about seriously if it was a parenting-type magazine and it was a picture of me being pregnant. But like a sexy magazine? Probably not. I don’t think my family would like that. Or my husband.

Is there one thing that you regret doing and if you could would you go back and change it even if it altered the rest of your life, ala Butterfly Effect?

Oh my gosh, this answer is going to be so lame (and I sort of just answered this on in a comment on Frema’s blog.)

I really don’t think I would change anything. Because everything I’ve done or gone through in my life has made me who I am. And I’m sort of attached to me.

(Well, I may have gotten into the planning for our wedding a little more. I sort of left it up to The King and it might have been fun to have planned it together.)

Amieable (who has the best pictures of herself on her “about” pages) asked:

How and when did you decide to not use the King’s and Babboo’s real names?

Well, since I don’t even use my own real name on the blog, I figured I probably shouldn’t use their names either. Like I’ve said before, I am so lame about coming up with fake names. So The King and Babboo’s fake names are lame.

And since I feel like an idiot using “The King” in e-mail to people, I usually just use his real name. His real name is pretty common, so I don’t think a stalker would figure much out if they knew it. Babboo is my sweet baby, and we must do everything we can to protect him. So I don’t use his real name.

I think that by calling my husband “The King” it makes it sound like he is you know, The King of me. Which he isn’t. I call him “The King” basically because well…because that’s part of his name. See, I’m not very clever.

Karrianne (who recently got engaged to Chris, hooray) asked:

If you lived on a desert island and could only bring one album (a cd, if you will), only ONE, which would you take?

I know I’ve shared with you my love for all things Old 97’s & Rhett Miller, so you are probably thinking I would say one of their albums. But I’m not. (Rhett, don’t be mad. I know I just told you yesterday about this blog, so you are probably reading today for the first time. Have no fear, I will always love you.)

If I could bring one album it would be Paul Simon, Concert in the Park. It’s a 2 CD set so you know it’s loaded with tons of good stuff.

What album would you bring??

(I’m still looking for suggestions for my free download on iTunes. I used the one I had and won 5 more free downloads and then a friend gave me another free download. Basically I’m swimming in free downloads!) (I told you I win everything.)

It sounds like The King is a hit. I knew he would be. He’ll be back this Friday with more awesomeness. I think he may tackle the tough questions you had for him, like “how did you get into modeling for the Home Depot?”

But before he starts working on this week’s post I’m going to make him translate the German in the beginning of the new Justin Timberlake video. (I personally think it says something like “I’m leaving Cameron for you Isabel.”)

Have you seen the video for Sexyback? I downloaded it this morning and had to watch it in 4 different sessions. I was just getting too worked up to watch it all in one setting. Because damn, that boy is hott. And the video is even hotter.

It’s Monday, which means we are back to our regular programming of Q&A. (not to be confused with T&A.)

TVGoddess asked a question that got me all excited since it’s about some of my favorite things. But since they are all favorites, it is hard to answer. Her question is:

If you had to choose only one entertainment medium (TV, movies, books, plays, music, Podcasts, etc.) to have for the rest of your life, what would it be?

I love TVGoddess and all that she stands for, which is mostly TV. And I love me some TV. But as for choosing my one favorite entertainment medium, well that’s just crazy talk.

My first thought is, RADIO. I would choose radio. (I am super into podcasts right now, but they are essentially radio that you can listen to at any time, right?)

Radio has everything you need. It has music, which we all love. And it has talk. Which I love. I’ve had an ongoing love affair with National Public Radio, more specifically certain weekend programs like Wait, Wait Don’t Tell Me and This American Life. (This weekend’s This American Life was an extra fabulous one. One that I found myself laughing and crying to. It’s called “Unconditional Love” and you can listen to it FOR FREE on their website. I highly suggest it.)

You can get your news and your entertainment from radio. It really can’t be beat.

But guess what? If I only had to choose one, I wouldn’t choose radio. Why not? Because if I were sitting on the beach all by myself for the rest of my life, I would want to have book. And lots of them. Books, books, and more books. I would want books about Boy Wizards, books about Jesus, books about trivia, books about celebrity gossip, books about American history, and books about my family.

In books you can learn about new things, escape your own life, read and see pictures of far away places, and lose yourself in a different world.

What do you think you would choose? (see, it’s hard!)

The next question comes from Durga who lives over in Australia.

When are moving to Sydney Australia to be with me?

Guess what. I don’t have to move to Australia to see Durga. Guess why.

Because Durga (and her husband) are coming to Seattle to meet me (and Babboo and The King) NEXT WEEK.

NEXT WEEK!

Okay, they really aren’t coming to the States just to meet me. They are traveling around and are able to come to Seattle for the day. So we’re going to meet up for dinner. Oh my gosh, I’m going to actually meet a blogger in real life.

(I’m sort of freaking out about the whole thing. I mean, what if they think I’m weird? What if they think Babboo’s too fussy? What if they don’t like the way I part my hair, or how I talk?! I mean, this could get ugly!)

It will be nice to meet Durga. She’s so lovely. And she has such a great accent. I imagine only the first few minutes will be awkward. After that I’m sure we’ll have loads to talk about.

Lisa B., who shares my love for all things Dairy Queen, asked:

Do you remember your first DQ Blizard? What kind was it? What did you think at the time? Did you ever try the “Breeze” (low-fat Blizards) And what is your favoritest Blizard flavor in the whole wide world?

I seriously can’t remember the first time I had a Blizzard. I do remember that the only DQ was at the local mall when I was in high school. My Mom LOVES Dairy Queen also, so when we went to the mall we would stop there. I’ve always been partial to the Reeses Blizzard. Although when I was pregnant I started betting the Snickers one. It did NOT disappoint.

Since having Babboo I’ve probably only had 2 or 3 Blizzards and they’ve been the Reeses ones. My folks are coming out to visit in a few weeks, so I imagine my Mom and I will make a few runs to DQ (it’s about 2 blocks from our apartment).

I’ve never even hear of the Breeze’s. Lowfat, really? They don’t have them out here, or I would be eating them. I did have a Nerd flavored one once, and it was yummy. But I’ve never seen that flavor offered again.

My favoritest Blizard flavor in the whole wide world? Reeses. (But I haven’t tried them all, so that can change at any time.)

What is your favoritest Blizzard flavor in the whole wide world?

Christar asked when I think I’ll have another baby. I answered that one last week in response to a different question. So you can read that here. (Christar came back and asked another question, which we’ll get to later!)

Janet (who is getting married in Mexico in less then 2 months) asked:

What do you like/dislike the most about yourself? (Not necessarily a physical trait, but more like personality or something like that.) Don’t be shy!

The vain person in me automatically things something like “my nose”, or “my hair”, but I don’t think that’s what Janet was looking for. So let’s go a little deeper then that.

I don’t like that I have a hard-ish time in social settings. I get all clammy and nervous and end up saying totally idiotic things like “that shirt makes you look fat!” (I may be exaggerating!) But since I know I do this, I try to over compensate, which makes me seem even more idiotic. Which is worse and makes me look even dumber (more dumb?). And then nobody wants to be my friend, or hang out with me again.

So if I could change this, I would. My dream would be to just float into a dinner party and be able to glide around the room making pleasant conversation with everyone there without feeling nervous. (What’s with the floating and the gliding? Did I somehow become an angel?)
What would you change, if you could?

Haggalicious (who just had the most perfect little baby and is also moving into her new house) asked two questions:

1- If you could be a professional athlete, what would that sport be?

This is very hard, since I’m not into sports at all. But my gut response to this question is; figure skating. I love to watch figure skating.

Oh wait, is there a professional sport for those alpine slide things they have in Park City, Utah? If so, then that’s what I’d want to do professionally. I’d go really fast and wear cute little pink skirts and pink shoes. And I’d totally wear a pink visor to keep the sun out of my eyes. I might even wear argyle knee highs.

(how did this question turn into what I’d wear if I was a professional athlete?)

2- What is your favorite season?

Summer.

I hate every other season because it is not summer.

(and that is why I need to move to Hawaii, where it summer all the time.)

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We must stop now. But have no fear; we are getting to the really juicy questions, so you must come back.

Plus it’s almost Friday. And we all know what that means.

I know I’ve been talking it up all week. It’s something I’ve been trying to get here at hola, isabel for a long time. And today is the day.

As you all know, I am married to The King. The King is much cooler than I am. Much cooler. Not only is he smart, funny, and hard working, but he’s also super hott.

He’s so hott that he’s even modeled. So what if it was with home improvements implements. Hott is hott.

Besides being all these fabulous things, The King is also a fabulous writer. With lots of ideas and funny stories. I’m not kidding when I say that if there is something wild in this world, The King’s been there, done that.

So starting today The King is going to post every Friday. And if’s there something you’re just dying to hear about next Friday make sure to leave a comment for him. Heck, leave a comment for him just so he knows whether or not you liked his first post. (and I know you’re going to like it.)

(Some stories that I’d like to hear more about from The King may include: The time he was given rat poison by a lady in Germany who loved him, but knew she couldn’t have him. Or the time he spent a week at a nudist resort in California with his best friends. Or even the time the limo driver for his prom locked his keys in the limo. While it was running. Hilarity ensued.)

(What I should have said while giving the toast at my best friend’s wedding.)

In 1983 I had one birthday wish. I had asked my mom for the new Quiet Riot album, Metal Health. It was all over the radio and MTV, and everyone at school had a copy. What can I say? I wanted to rock.

Well, I love my mother. I really do. But she just didn’t get it. I’ll give her credit as she did try. She went to the music store to purchase the cassette for me. It’s pretty personal, one’s taste in music. And going to the music store to buy N*SYNC for your future wife, or Quiet Riot for your young son is a massively demeaning task. I can only imagine what my conservative mother must have felt standing in Tower Records with a Quiet Riot tape in her hands. As she stood at the counter to pay, she looked past the guy wearing the steel mask and straightjacket on the cover and noticed that one of the tracks on the album had the word “bitch” in the title. What kind of an example would she be setting if she gave her son something this inappropriate? What good could this music possibly bring into the home and her son’s life? I’m not sure what she gave me that year, but it wasn’t the tape.

Eric and I have been friends since the second grade. We met on the playground of Eastgate Elementary school when I fell off of a short rockery wall, hurting my knee on the way down. Eric came to my rescue and instead of making me feel like a wuss, he beat the rock with his fists, cursing its existence for the pain it had caused me. We were inseparable from that moment on. We learned how to smoke together. We made bombs together. We even burned effigies of our worst enemies and schoolteachers on crosses in his parent’s back yard together. Our relationship was based on curiosity peppered with a little anti-social behavior. We grew up together, from second grade on, and with few exceptions, shared every lapse in judgment, every poor decision, every criminal act that either of us came up with. He was the friend that you always wished you had. Everyone should be this lucky.

Days after that fated birthday disappointment, Eric came over to spend the night. And, as is customary at times nearing a birthday, he brought a gift. It was the tape. I don’t think I had told him that my mom wouldn’t buy it for me. I like to think that he just knew. I still have that tape. It’s in the player in my VW right now. I can still remember his face when I opened it. It was a look of pride crossed with that certain look that I had the pleasure of seeing many times just moments before we did something that could have potentially resulted in some form of legal punishment. A look that asks, “Is this a good idea?”

As we gather here to celebrate the union of Eric and Gretchen, I see that look again. Congratulations guys. I’m happy for you both. Marriage is like being in a rock band; some days you’re rocking every night, high on blow and booze and that great feeling of success. Other days you’re waking up in the gutter, life in the toilet, trying to figure out where you went wrong. Either way though, you’ll always have that band mate there beside you for support.

So, as we raise a glass to toast the newlyweds tonight, I want you to raise your other fist in true rock and roll defiance and as we get this evening started, remember the words of Quiet Riot:

“Join the pack. Feel the crack. Well, now you’re here, there’s no way back…”

Only one more day until the unveiling of new awesomeness at hola, isabel. ONE DAY. As in, tomorrow. Make sure to come back tomorrow to find out what it is. I have seen a preview myself, and I like it. I’m sure the masses will to. (and by masses I mean the 13 readers who didn’t abandon me when I left for 6 days on vacation.)

Did you watch Project Runway last night? I was shocked, I tell you. I can’t believe they brought back Angela and Vincent. I admit I wasn’t ready to see them again. Of course it was no surprise they neither of them will be back next week. I loved Laura’s cocktail dress. But I love Laura. I’m hoping that she is in the top 3. I’m thinking it’s pretty much between Laura, Uli, and Jeffrey. Michael is for sure in the top 3. Jeffrey sucks, as a person. He’s just so mean. But I do appreciate his take on the “rockstar life”. I wish that I was living the rockstar life. Unfortunately, I live the exact opposite of that.

I can’t wait to hear HollowSquirrel’s take on last night episode. If you didn’t know it, she has a very scientific spreadsheet to calculate who will be this season’s winner. Don’t ask her to share her spreadsheet with you. She’s currently trying to get a paten on it, so she has to keep it under wraps.

Who do you think will be in the top 3?

(Did you see Heidi Klum on The View today?  She hinted to there not being 3 finalist.  Did you see that?  Oh my gosh. What is she talking about?)

Back to your questions:

Emmakirsten asked some good ones and topics that I haven’t thought much about lately.

Do you want to have anymore children? If yes, how many?

I think this is such a personal topic. And I’ll have you know that I would never answer this question if someone in real life asked me this. But hello, this is the internet. And on the internet we like to talk, talk, talk, and share, share, share. And so I will happily share this with you.

Okay. I’ve always thought that I would have 3 kids. I was raised in a family with 4 kids and always thought that was a huge family. The King only has 2 kids in his family. He seems to think that was the perfect size for a family. I sort of feel like he missed out on all the fun times that I had with my (larger) family. (You know, the time we drove to LA and kept having to unroll the windows because my younger sister kept farting and stinking up the entire car. Or Christmas’ when we would all take turns opening our gifts, so that the day would be stretched out.)

After The King watched Babboo being cut out of my belly and not enjoying that at all (not to mention the pregnancies) he decided that Babboo will be an only child. Plus he said “we can’t take the chance that our next baby won’t be as perfect as Babboo.” That is a real worry for him.

So where does this all leave us?

I want (at least) one more baby. Not any time soon. Not even in the next 2 years. The King still says “only Babboo!” So I just nod my head and try to not think about it. Because I’m pretty sure he’ll decide he wants another one.

What is your dream job?

Do you mean “dream” as in if I could have Heidi Klum’s job I could? Or “dream” as in something that could really happen like “a police officer”?

As I’ll never have Heidi Klum’s job, let’s just forget about that.

If you would have asked a 10 year old Isabel what she was going to be when she grew up she would have said, “a high school teacher.” (I wanted to teach American History.)
If you would have asked a 19 year old college student Isabel the same question, you would have heard the same response, “a teacher”.

A high school teacher is about the opposite of what I do know for a living.

Huh?

Who knows how I got to where I am.

I know that I’ll never go back to school to get my teaching certificate. I like my current career path. It’s a path I intend to stay on.

It’s been good to me.

Frema asked:

If Babboo had been a girl, what (real-life) name would you have gone with?

I wish I could scream Babboo’s real name from the rooftops. It’s such a good one. We really do love it. But naming him was hard. Very hard. For some reason we just could never come up with a good name for a boy.

We had the girls name from the start. The King picked it out based on this totally hip and wonderful little shoppe in Paris by the same name.

The name?

Colette

(this is the store where we totally saw Rob Lowe.)

Audrey (who just got a new site, so check it out) asked:

What is your all-time favorite dessert?

I consider dessert to be what you have at home after dinner. Using that definition I must go with some dutch apple pie.

(I love candy and ice cream and bread and butter and lemon pies. But I consider them to be “treats” and not “dessert”. If the question would have been about “treats” I would have had a hard time picking.)

What is the one self-pampering thing (ie pedicures, facials, blizzards, etc) you would do every day if things like time, money, weight gain weren’t an issue?

Audrey, why do you tempt me so? Why do you throw it in my face that I have to worry about things like money and weight gain?

Blah.

If weight gain weren’t an issue (but it is) I would love to stop and get a Blizzard every day on my way home from work. EVERY DAY. I don’t think I would ever get sick of it. I really don’t.

If money weren’t an issue I think I would love to get a new shirt every day. (Also, my huge nursing boobs would have to not be an issue either. Because they are still too damn big to fit in any shirt out there.)

Buying a new shirt is totally my idea of self-pampering.

Oh my gosh, can I say that I would love to shop while enjoying a Blizzard? Yeah, that’s what I want.

What do you want to be when you grow up?

Please see my previous answer.

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Since tomorrow is the unveiling, I will be taking a day off from answering questions.  On Monday I’ll be tacking DeAnn’s question.  And it’s a great one.  And one that I can’t seem to decide on yet.

So this is what I looked like this morning after sleeping on, what ended up being, a rat’s nest. After spending too much time trying to comb out my do from being the hair model last night, I gave up, clipped my hair back, and walked into work. I work with a bunch of guys. They won’t even notice what a mess my hair is.

But this is what it looked like last night. They did a few different wedding up-do’s, which was fun. But not really presentable. I’m sure I looked like a complete lame-ass when I walked home with my fancy hair and tennis shoes on.

They even had a mock consultation where I had to explain what my wedding dress looked like so the stylist could figure out the best do for my look. I was so believable that the girls started getting excited for my upcoming nuptials. Yes, I am that good of an actress.

Maybe I’ll do into professional acting after I’m done with professional People Toy collecting.

I’m going to make millions.

Thanks for all the excitement around the unveiling of the very exciting NEW STUFF here at hola, isabel. I had quite a few e-mails from you guys wondering what it might be. It looks like it will be ready by this Friday. You won’t want to miss it. So tell your friends and make sure to check back on Friday. It will not disappoint.

(again, no pressure.)

Now that we’ve got all that aside, let’s get back to the questions.

Lauren, The Art Nerd asked three totally random ones:

1. What were your favorite elective classes? (high school or college, I can’t remember if you went to college or not)

I did go to college, but thinking about this question I couldn’t remember any college electives that just screamed “excitement”. I can think of some in high school.

I’m sure I’ve told you before that my Dad taught at my high school. That right there is about 2 years of blog posts. Seriously. Try to imagine your own high school years. You know, with all the bad crushes, bad hair, gossip, peer-pressure, and school dances in the cafeteria. And now place your DAD into all of those memories. That’s right, he was there for all of it.

My Dad taught/teaches graphic arts. That’s an elective class and it rocked. My Dad is/was the best teacher ever. If you took his class, then you know. (Right Marci?)

I took so many graphic arts classes from my Dad. I took graphic arts I, II, and even III for college credit. I took screen printing I and II from him also. My senior year I was even his Teachers Assistant.

My junior year I was taking one of his classes. I’m thinking it was screen printing because we had to work in teams. I was paired up with a hott senior boy who I had had a crush on for most of the school year. His name was Jesse and he was yummy. Of course he had no thoughts about me.

My Dad knew I loved Jesse, a boy he wasn’t impressed with at all. Who knows why he teamed me up with him in the first place, but he did. Our team made this awesome Gap knock-off shirt. It said something like “for every generation there’s a Gap”, or something equally lame.

Since Jesse and I were in the same team, we had to work closely together. Very close. One day while we were close, Jesse accidentally punched me in my nose. It really was an accident. Really. My nose started to bleed. This was not a pretty sight and was probably the icing on the “why Jesse could care less about Isabel” cake. The others kids in the class started to freak out and cause a commotion.

This is when my Dad came to see what was going on. He turns the corner and see his precious baby girl with her face all bloody and Jesse (who he already doesn’t like) standing over me repeating “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

Needless to say my Dad freaked the crap out. He started yelling at Jesse. Jesse didn’t have time to explain what had happened. He was sent to the Principals office. Jesse felt so horrible about the whole thing that he left the classroom. He didn’t cause a stink. He just hung his head and left.

Of course, I was fine. You know those head wounds bleed worse than any other wounds.

Jesse never asked me out.

In fact, it’s probably safe to say that Jesse and I never spoke again.

All in all, it was great to have my Dad teach at my school. I know I’ve spent more time with my Dad than most people have. Especially during those awful teenage years. He was very involved in my life and always knew what was going on with me. He knew the kids I hung around with and what we were up to. (That sounds bad, but really, it was good.)

I’ve never been able to explain how it was to have my Dad there. I think the only people that can understand what it was like are kids who were in my same situation. So tell me, did any of you go to school where your parent was a teacher? I loved to hear your take on it.

2. Seriously, Babboo’s hair-fountain- you have to at least gel that, right?

I know we’ve all seen the awesomeness that is Babboo’s hair. If not, here’s a sample of the goodness.

I assure you, no product is used on his sweet little newborn head. Mostly what the deal is, is that the hair on the top of his head is 4 inches long, while the rest of his hair is about 2 centimeters long. After his bath I just comb it straight up. If I don’t, then it ends up looking like a comb-over all flat on his head.

So this way Babboo gets to look hip. I like to say it’s very Maddox Pit-Jolie.

(I assume Lauren asked this because she likes Babboo’s hair.  I know I love it.  When my folks were out here visiting, my Dad kept trying to flatten his hair.  I finally had to tell him “we like it that way!”)

3. What is your favorite dinner?

Pizza.  That is all.

Tomorrow, we will be answering EmmaKirsten’s question.  If we have time I may even answer Frema’s.  (And I totally have a straight forward answer for that one.  Sweet and simple.)