Finally after two bad haircuts since we've been here I got a decent one. The first place I tried was this little hole in the wall in small strip mall. I thought, "It won't be so bad inside." Wrong! Upon entering the salon I immediately noticed a couple of ladies under the dryer with their shampoo sets. I stayed calm. Then I noticed a couple more ladies with perm rods in their hair, tiny little blue perm rods. I also took note that all of the hairstylists were at least 60 years old. Now I was worried. Maybe this doesn't mean anything to someone who hasn't spent a great deal of time in a hair salon but for the former hairdresser in me it spelled BAD HAIRCUT! These ladies hadn't seen someone my age darken the door of that place in years! How could I expect them to understand what I wanted?! I sat down in the chair and thought "It's only hair, it'll be fine." My hairstylist began cutting...randomly...no rhyme or reason to her technique. She told me how she's been cutting hair for 40 years, that's right 40 years! I don't think she's current on latest trends and hairstyling tools but experience must count for something, I was still giving her the benefit of the doubt. When it was all said and done my hair was shorter, mostly, and I still managed to do something with it. Then there was the second place I tried, also in a strip mall but definitely more hip. My hairdresser was more my age as were other people there. The overall atmosphere wasn't very professional and it really was more of a Hair Cuts R Us type of place as opposed to a full service salon. The haircut itself was an improvement over the last place but not quite what I was hoping for. In Maine I had the best hairdresser! She was good at her job as well as fun to talk to. I looked forward to visiting with her each time I went in and the environment was very welcoming and professional. At my last MOPS meeting I met a woman who does hair at a nice salon in nearby Lenox. She looked like she'd do a good job ( you know what I mean ) so I made an appointment and went in. She did a nice job and she was fun to chat with. I will definitely go back to see her. Phew...the difficult parts of moving that we don't think about.

We went to the Boston Museum of Science with the Woodside 5th graders on Thursday. Fun. We got there a little after they did but we had no trouble finding Katie's friend Lily and her mom. The class was spread all over the museum so we ran into different people all day. We were with Lily and her mom just about the whole time. It felt like we'd never left. The kids were all so happy to see Katie and they were glad that she was there. That kind of thing always does a mother's heart good. At one point I had an "I can't believe I live in Massachusetts" moment. Being with the Woodside group felt comfortable and familiar. I know it'll feel that way here someday too, sometimes it actually does. The day ended much too soon but we had a great time and I'm glad we went.

Last night we had a pizza party for Becky's friends. There were 10 little girls here! All the girls in her class were invited and all of them came. I was really pleased about the turnout. It was a little loud and crazy here for a couple of hours but it was worth it to meet the girls Becky plays with and some of their parents. I think they had a good time and I know it meant a lot to Becky. She was the perfect hostess, taking care of her guests' needs and trying to make them feel at home. It was a nice evening.

It's raining...It has been raining for a couple of days. We watched Katie's soccer game this afternoon in the rain. Let me say that I enjoy watching her games, I just enjoy them more when it's nice out. I also feel bad for the girls on the field. They're soaked through and they get all dirty. I know, I know, but I don't like it when they're dirty.

We also went to see "Over the Hedge". It was really cute and funny. I'd definitely recommend it for kids of all ages.