Thursday, July 30, 2009
James (he now has a very neatly trimmed head of what you might imagine to be hair)
Jack (too shy to take before or after pictures, and I seriously could have done a better job on him, but he was a little grumpy),
Laura (who unlike her brother loved her haircut experience, was thrilled to take as many pictures as my media card would hold, and spoke about all the joy her new bangs have added to her life for hours afterward)
Apparently, bangs make you look prettier in dresses. They feel funny on your face at first. I told her that, like her mama, she has a cowlick on the front of her hair line. She says she likes it because her hair "looks like there is an Indian Hut in the middle, and I love Indians!"
If your name is Zoe, you are not supposed to see this post so that Laura can surprise you with her new bangs on Sunday. If you happen to see it, act surprised on Sunday.
Plus I always thought the coolest job in the world was getting to sweep up the hair after haircuts at the salon. (The other cool job being the one to stamp the "due date" onto the library book cards.)
So if there is a chair that James can climb on, he gets up to play with his sister. She seems to enjoy it. While this is cute, the best part is at the end. James counts to three before he launches his bottle off the table. Pure Genius . . .rebellious . . .but aren't all genius children just a little rebellious?
Just because my children have the skills equal to the task at hand it does NOT mean that they have the judgement equal to that skill.
So there I was . . . surfing the Internet . . .I mean, feeding Megan and researching home school resources . . . when I heard the dryer buzzer go off. I promptly asked Jack and Laura to remove the laundry from the dryer. Typically, when they empty the dryer they also check to see if there is a load to be transferred from the washer to the dryer.
The skills were there . . . using their step stool they were more than capable of transferring the wet clothes over. They still can't reach the button to start the dryer, but hey, that's fine. And it was my saving grace this time!
I went to add a new load, and start the dryer. For some reason I checked the clothes in the dryer and discovered that they were SOPPING wet. So much so that the walls, floor, and dryer itself were sprinkled with water. (No doubt from their journey from washer to dryer) There was a pool of water on the floor in front of the dryer, as well as a pool of water sitting at the bottom of the dryer after I removed the wet clothes.
And the washing machine dial was sitting there, just about to hit the "drain and spin" portion of the cycle.
So their judgement didn't equal the skill.
(And, yes, you can start a load of laundry with the drain and spin cycle to remove excess moisture from your clothes)
So if any of you have spent any time around James in the last few months you know the amount of drool this boy can generate. He is either teaching his sister all his drool skills, or she has decided that she needs to keep up with him . . .you be the judge!
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Upon showing up at the theater I realized my debit card was not in my wallet, but by the phone at home. I magically scraped together four dollars from my wallet, my church bag, and the van cup holder to get us in.
Apparently the theater did have some magical qualities because James fell asleep about ten minutes into the movie, and woke up about an hour later. Megan hung out in the sling for the most part, but was awake virtually the whole time.
We snuck out soon after we were convinced that the Who's were safe, a smart way to avoid the crowds flowing out of the theater at the very end.
It was a good experience, but I may not do it again for a while.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
I love you Honey, and I hope we can spend our next anniversary together!
Monday, July 20, 2009
Here are the bears (okay, Jack chose a rabbit) in their wheelchairs. Bunny has a cool firetruck wheelchair.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Monday, July 13, 2009
James is a pro at Peek-A-Boo. His drooling is well documented as well, he has been drooling like this for the past month or so. Sorry he is drooling all over the Messiah shirt Auntie Beth!
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Okay, so it may be hard to tell, but he no longer has the spurt of hair shooting straight up off the crown of his head (and I trimmed a little off the back too)
It's so blonde, it is hard to see in pictures, but last Sunday on the way into church we got two comments about his funny hair before we even made it to the check in station!
I should have done this with Laura way back when!
And for the record, apparently Laura had tons more hair at this age (about 16 months) than James does now at 14 months! Maybe I should try some Miracle grow on James?
Monday, July 6, 2009
Once again, it is Monday. Boy the week went fast. I had to think a little this week about what I did, since it seems like yesterday I was typing about Not Me Monday. If you are yet unfamilliar with Not Me Monday, it was started over at www.mycharmingkids.net, and it is a lot of fun!
First and foremost I did not totally forget where my husband was going to on his business trip today. I certainly know where my husband goes when he leaves the house for 4 days. No one, especially me, would tell his parents that he is in New Jersey when in fact he is in Washington, D.C.!
I certainly would not finally be fed up with my older baby's hair and chop it all off while he was eating his dinner in the high chair. High chairs are not for haircuts, they are for nutritious meals (just like the pepperoni Pappa John's pizza that he was eating during the haircut)No, that was definitely not me that you saw with the scissors.
My examples are few this week, but next week I shall be back to my full assignment of children, and will no doubt have plenty of stories that are not about me!
Thursday, July 2, 2009
And the person at the YMCA childcare probably thought I was nuts when I asked her if the sweet baby she was holding was C.R. (When she said yes, I said, "Oh good, that is Megan's good friend")
But my friend has documented that the two babies actually like each other: