NOTE: I scheduled this post before the pre-term labor scare went down. I got my haircut last week just in the knick of time!
I recently hopped into the minivan after I’d loaded the girls in and as soon as I shut my door, Rachel said, “Mmmmm, Mommy, you smell good.”
“It’s probably my lotion,” I said since I’d just slathered some on my only slightly stubbly legs. I can’t remember the exact scent – White Cotton from Bath & Body Works maybe.
“That does smell good,” Madeline said, “like orzo.”
“Mmmm…Mommy smell good!” Mary Elizabeth piped in.
Orzo or not, I’ll take it considering I came home after my first haircut in a year, and Rae told me I looked weird and Madeline asked how they put those there. “Those” referring to the chic, side-swiped bangs I’d just acquired. Fortunately, my husband has never told me I smelled like pasta before (although he has mentioned that I sometimes exude the scent of garlic after eating a particularly garlicky dish), and he loves my new hairstyle. As does our very cool and hip babysitter, so it’s all good.
Here’s the new do on orzo-smelling mama: