For all of you who thought that maybe Piper Jane was never coming back to the blob, well here is a big ol’ mess of piptures to put you at ease.

When I woke up on Saturday morning, Jake and I looked at each other with a look that said let’s book it up to mother freaking Westchester this second. So we did. We both missed Pip, so it was basically that kind of day where we hold back from sprinting down the halls of Blythedale to see our Pipsqueak. When we walked into her room, we were both lit up with pure glee to see that pip…and she was……sleeping. Sad.

I was really sad. I for some reason had this fantasy of her running or flying to my arms out of excitement. I was basically certain she learned how to run and fly while I was in Utah. (hey, I was gone for a long time…it’s not that weird.)

So I made the best of it and took her out of her crib for some naptime snuggles. Of course she had just fallen asleep, so we had a couple of hours ahead of us before she would wake up to play. In fact, I wound up waking her up on purpose because I couldn’t take the suspense any longer. I used the old fake sneeze, fake cough, and fake yelling “Wake up PIPERJANE” trick. I had to see if she had learned how to run and fly. (she didn’t)

I’m sure you can tell that Pip’s skin is looking smashing these days. It is much less red and rashy than usual. So I was shocked that she couldn’t seem to stop scratching herself (arms, hands, legs) nonstop as soon as she woke up. So we put socks on her hands. The funniest things about Piper Socks On Hands Breinholt, is that she can take the socks off at any time. But she likes them, and leaves them on. She left the socks on all day until she found herself unable to use mama’s iPhone. Then she yanked those puppies off so fast, which Jake and I had a laughing fit over all the way into Sunday night.

When we got there Sunday morning with our friend Amanda Blair, we evaluated Piper Jane Mad Scientist Breinholt, and decided it was time for a hair cut. Not a trim, a really real full blown haircut.

Before, confused as to why her hair is always weird.
(And we now know that if anyone ever needs someone to play the “dumb blond” in the school play, Piper Jane Breinholt can absolutely do the “dumb blond” look. Adorably.)

So, we played hair salon. I shampood Pip in the Shampoo bowl, and Pip spent then next five minutes punching me in the privates on purpose. Which was a career first for me. (Aside from the time this lady accidentally elbowed me in the _____ during a blow dry.)

After the haircut, we put socks on Pip’s hands because she was drawing blood in her elbow-pits from ultimate scratching. Then I took turns with Jake and Amanda Blair tickling her, throwing her in the air, and dipping her upside down..which she enjoyed so much that she didn’t punch my goods not a’once.

I’m sorry, I have to say it…in this picture, Piper Jane looks like a cheerleader who just said “Hey crowd, how do YOU feel?” and then she puts her sock covered hand around her ear while you chant back “we feel good, oh we feel so good, HEY!”.

Piper got like 6 feet of air this time. Her hair got like 7.

Phone pic I took of the blanky swing with Jake.

It’s good to be back with my smiling, squealing, snuggling pip.