Remember how I said we have "exciting" weekends. Got another one for you...
Yesterday we had a wonderful Sunday. While I was getting ready for church I found myself thinking of our dear friends The Dalke's, who are currently serving as missionaries in another part of the world. I was wondering when they would be back in the states and if we would get to see them anytime soon. Get this...walking into church who was standing on the steps? NATE DALKE! Then as I sat looking over the service program, I noticed that there were new members joining that morning....two of my friends from college who I just adore but haven't seen in ages! How cool is that?
Following church, The Husband and I decided to hit Olive Garden (to minimally celebrate our 7 year anniversary - the big celebration is coming this weekend) with The Wee One. Great lunch - delicious and The Wee One did awesome. By the time we got the check, she had crawled on to The Husband's lap and fallen asleep.
We paid out, picked up The Wee One and got in the car to head to my parent's house. Then the trouble started. While driving down the road, all of the sudden a highway patrol flips around and pulls us over. I knew we weren't speeding so I couldn't figure out why we were getting stopped. Easy one...in Texas you have to have both front and back car tags. We are missing the front one. He was very nice and said, he would just give us a warning on the tag....then he noticed the inspection sticker.
Yep, it was way out of date. Like last December. He said he would have to give us a ticket for that. Bummer.
So we pull away and start driving down the road, but I hear an odd noise. I say to The Husband, "I think we might have a flat." He says, "Can't be, I'd feel it." Fine, whatever.
About 5 miles later I say, "Pull over, I'm sure there is something wrong."
This time, he agreed and yep...the tire was flat as can be. The side had blown out. Even though we were less than a mile from the nearest Wally World, we decided it would be best to go ahead and change it since it was so flat and we didn't want to screw up the rims. Poor Husband. I was proud of him though. It has probably been at least 5 years since he has had to change a tire and he had it done in about 10-12 minutes.
So, I called my mom and asked her to meet me at Wally World to pick us up while the tire got fixed. We had a nice afternoon with my parents and then The Husband's mom - even got to see the newest Shrek (The Wee One's favorite!).
Anniversary number 7: 1 ticket, 1 blow out, 4 new tires, lots of little surprises...all in all, not a bad day and definitely one we will remember.
Monday, May 31, 2010
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
My Wedding
May 30, 2003 - It was a wonderful day!
As with all weddings, we had a few little hiccups. (1) We had moved the wedding from the original month of August to May thinking we would avoid the extreme heat of summer, but God fooled us. My wedding day was a whooping 105 degrees - the hottest of the summer. (2) My photographer wouldn't let me take any pictures outside because "someone might see me". That totally ticked me off! Never bought any prints from him because of that. Turkey. (3) My grandfather's car radiator literally blew up in his face so his face was pretty much fried. Other than that, the day went off without a hitch.
The ceremony itself was perfectly us. We had my mother paint each of our family crests on banners and had family members march them down the isle along with a bagpiper. He then circled back around and I followed him in rather than having any other type of music. Our pastor had known both of us for over 2 years so we felt really comfortable with him (so much so that he has also christened The Wee One and will do the same for any other children we are blessed with). The church we got married in is beautiful so we didn't have to decorate much. The Husband got choked up and our dearest friends and family were all there to celebrate with us.
It all goes so quick, but we had so much fun. We actually stayed at our reception till close to midnight. The only thing I would change about the reception would be making sure I actually got to eat something aside from cake. I didn't really even get to eat that...more like having it shoved up my nose and down my dress. Don't worry ladies, I got him back. His jaw hurt a little the next day from the smacking of cake against his chin.
Our Best Man drove us to our hotel and we had him stop at Whataburger on the way for some chicken strips. When we got to the hotel the priorities were: EAT, kick off our shoes, get out of my dress (and scrape cake and birdseed off my chest), and then the other stuff. I can't believe how tired we both were, but worth every bit of that exhaustion.
I know many of us have wonderful memories of their wedding day and I encourage you to share those with others. It is a nice way to celebrate your marriage to relive your wedding day. It's also a good way to justify all the money we spend on one single day. Ha!
As with all weddings, we had a few little hiccups. (1) We had moved the wedding from the original month of August to May thinking we would avoid the extreme heat of summer, but God fooled us. My wedding day was a whooping 105 degrees - the hottest of the summer. (2) My photographer wouldn't let me take any pictures outside because "someone might see me". That totally ticked me off! Never bought any prints from him because of that. Turkey. (3) My grandfather's car radiator literally blew up in his face so his face was pretty much fried. Other than that, the day went off without a hitch.
The ceremony itself was perfectly us. We had my mother paint each of our family crests on banners and had family members march them down the isle along with a bagpiper. He then circled back around and I followed him in rather than having any other type of music. Our pastor had known both of us for over 2 years so we felt really comfortable with him (so much so that he has also christened The Wee One and will do the same for any other children we are blessed with). The church we got married in is beautiful so we didn't have to decorate much. The Husband got choked up and our dearest friends and family were all there to celebrate with us.
It all goes so quick, but we had so much fun. We actually stayed at our reception till close to midnight. The only thing I would change about the reception would be making sure I actually got to eat something aside from cake. I didn't really even get to eat that...more like having it shoved up my nose and down my dress. Don't worry ladies, I got him back. His jaw hurt a little the next day from the smacking of cake against his chin.
Our Best Man drove us to our hotel and we had him stop at Whataburger on the way for some chicken strips. When we got to the hotel the priorities were: EAT, kick off our shoes, get out of my dress (and scrape cake and birdseed off my chest), and then the other stuff. I can't believe how tired we both were, but worth every bit of that exhaustion.
I know many of us have wonderful memories of their wedding day and I encourage you to share those with others. It is a nice way to celebrate your marriage to relive your wedding day. It's also a good way to justify all the money we spend on one single day. Ha!
The Bachelorette Party
We have officially added a new member to The Family! The Husband's youngest brother married his love of seven years this past weekend. Seven years sounds like a long time, but keep in mind that they are only 25...they just started dating young.
The Husband and I loaded up The Wee One and the car and headed off to Arkansas to play wedding. Wednesday I turned The Wee One over to The Husband and took off with The Girls for a day/night of bachelorette fun.
Of course, this was the only day out of the whole week that it rained. Figures, right?
Regardless of the weather, we had a blast! We started out nice and easy with a light lunch/dessert, a run by the mall to check out Victoria Secret's Miraculous Bra (check that out if you haven't - it can be quite funny), and then off to get manicures and pedicures. So far so good on the weather. Check into the hotel and hit the pool and hot tub. Lovely! Then the trouble with the restaurant began...
I was told to call the day of to make reservations so around 3 I call the restaurant and am told that I can't get a table for 8 because they are booked. Isn't that why people call in advance to make reservations? Hum....
Due to some slight issues getting the fun little veil to stay on her head, we were running late for our appetizers so we just went straight to the restaurant. When we got there, the hostess says "I think I can actually get you guys in the main dinning room." Great - what was the problem before? She runs back there to check on things and we hang out in the bar/casual dinning room. Then she comes back saying that she can't get us all together in the main dinning room, but she can help us pull tables together in the casual area. Then she jerks us around again and says, "Maybe I can get you guys in there if you are split up into two tables." Fine - go check. She comes back and says, "I can do it as long as you don't have anyone else join." We thought there might be 1 or 2 more so we just say forget it and took a table in the casual area. By this time I am practically starving and needing a drink! Fortunately, we had a wonderful waitress and the drinks were delicious. Dinner was yummy as well.
We were on Dickson Street in Fayetteville, AR. If you are ever there, go hang on Dickson...it is a really fun place. We headed for dessert and lingerie party at Common Grounds, and somewhere in there the rain started. The Newest Sister got some adorable stuff (I gave her a tie and stiletto heels...that's enough to get things going, right?). We had a few little games for her and we had a some drinks. Now, most of us are moderate drinkers so none of us were wasted, but since none of us drink much these days, it hit a little hard after a while. At some point we decided to find some karaoke...that's always a good time. I was super surprised to find that The Newest Sister really loved karaoke. I would never have guessed that! She was a hoot! Also found out that one of the other Sisters has some serious pipes - she rocked some serious Reba. By this point, the bride-to-be was really feeling her drinks and was taking breaks to get fresh air. Probably good that the bar shut down.
The bad thing was that when the bar shut down, the rain was coming down in sheets and we had a good trek back up the hill. We thought we'd see if one other place was still open so we literally ran through the parking lot and under a series of awnings to get to the top of the hill. Wow, am I ever out of shape. For some reason, I found this funny and could NOT stop laughing...that didn't help me run at all.
We got to the top and they too were closed. Apparently, everyone on the street was closing early - probably because it was a Wednesday night, raining buckets, and we were some of the only people out. So back into the rain...down the hill to the car. Lots of giggles again. Got back to the hotel, got the bride-to-be to her bed and then sent out for some IHOP. Delicious!
I was awakened in the morning to a shaking bed. Poor bride-to-be was feeling a little rough. Fortunately, it wasn't bad enough to ruin her day since she had a million things to get done. By noon she was pretty much back to normal. All in all, I think it was a great time. I know I had fun at least.
Kind of reminded me of my bachelorette party. We went to Lubbock to do wine tasting, but never made it to the wineries. There were only 5 of us who could make it and 2 of them were underage. We ended up doing lingerie stuff at the hotel and just spending time together while we got ready. Then the plan was to eat and then go bar hopping. Eating worked fine, but then the rain started and the bar hopping plan changed. We found one bar that looked good and just stayed there. One particular guy kept sending drinks to our table and since we had underage members there, we tried to be responsible...meaning those of us that were of age split the 5 drinks between the 3 of us. That got rough pretty quick. Had a great time, but paid for it later that night for sure. Wheew! Good times. Good times.
The Husband and I loaded up The Wee One and the car and headed off to Arkansas to play wedding. Wednesday I turned The Wee One over to The Husband and took off with The Girls for a day/night of bachelorette fun.
Of course, this was the only day out of the whole week that it rained. Figures, right?
Regardless of the weather, we had a blast! We started out nice and easy with a light lunch/dessert, a run by the mall to check out Victoria Secret's Miraculous Bra (check that out if you haven't - it can be quite funny), and then off to get manicures and pedicures. So far so good on the weather. Check into the hotel and hit the pool and hot tub. Lovely! Then the trouble with the restaurant began...
I was told to call the day of to make reservations so around 3 I call the restaurant and am told that I can't get a table for 8 because they are booked. Isn't that why people call in advance to make reservations? Hum....
Due to some slight issues getting the fun little veil to stay on her head, we were running late for our appetizers so we just went straight to the restaurant. When we got there, the hostess says "I think I can actually get you guys in the main dinning room." Great - what was the problem before? She runs back there to check on things and we hang out in the bar/casual dinning room. Then she comes back saying that she can't get us all together in the main dinning room, but she can help us pull tables together in the casual area. Then she jerks us around again and says, "Maybe I can get you guys in there if you are split up into two tables." Fine - go check. She comes back and says, "I can do it as long as you don't have anyone else join." We thought there might be 1 or 2 more so we just say forget it and took a table in the casual area. By this time I am practically starving and needing a drink! Fortunately, we had a wonderful waitress and the drinks were delicious. Dinner was yummy as well.
We were on Dickson Street in Fayetteville, AR. If you are ever there, go hang on Dickson...it is a really fun place. We headed for dessert and lingerie party at Common Grounds, and somewhere in there the rain started. The Newest Sister got some adorable stuff (I gave her a tie and stiletto heels...that's enough to get things going, right?). We had a few little games for her and we had a some drinks. Now, most of us are moderate drinkers so none of us were wasted, but since none of us drink much these days, it hit a little hard after a while. At some point we decided to find some karaoke...that's always a good time. I was super surprised to find that The Newest Sister really loved karaoke. I would never have guessed that! She was a hoot! Also found out that one of the other Sisters has some serious pipes - she rocked some serious Reba. By this point, the bride-to-be was really feeling her drinks and was taking breaks to get fresh air. Probably good that the bar shut down.
The bad thing was that when the bar shut down, the rain was coming down in sheets and we had a good trek back up the hill. We thought we'd see if one other place was still open so we literally ran through the parking lot and under a series of awnings to get to the top of the hill. Wow, am I ever out of shape. For some reason, I found this funny and could NOT stop laughing...that didn't help me run at all.
We got to the top and they too were closed. Apparently, everyone on the street was closing early - probably because it was a Wednesday night, raining buckets, and we were some of the only people out. So back into the rain...down the hill to the car. Lots of giggles again. Got back to the hotel, got the bride-to-be to her bed and then sent out for some IHOP. Delicious!
I was awakened in the morning to a shaking bed. Poor bride-to-be was feeling a little rough. Fortunately, it wasn't bad enough to ruin her day since she had a million things to get done. By noon she was pretty much back to normal. All in all, I think it was a great time. I know I had fun at least.
Kind of reminded me of my bachelorette party. We went to Lubbock to do wine tasting, but never made it to the wineries. There were only 5 of us who could make it and 2 of them were underage. We ended up doing lingerie stuff at the hotel and just spending time together while we got ready. Then the plan was to eat and then go bar hopping. Eating worked fine, but then the rain started and the bar hopping plan changed. We found one bar that looked good and just stayed there. One particular guy kept sending drinks to our table and since we had underage members there, we tried to be responsible...meaning those of us that were of age split the 5 drinks between the 3 of us. That got rough pretty quick. Had a great time, but paid for it later that night for sure. Wheew! Good times. Good times.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Greatfulness
I'm sitting here watching Saving Private Ryan for the umpteenth time and yet, it is such a powerful movie, I still find myself truly emotionally affected by it.
Assuming most of you have seen the movie, I will dispense with a plot summary and just move to my point. At the end when Ryan is an old man and he is at the Normandy cemetery, his genuine distraught pierces my soul. His internal debate with himself as to whether or not he has lived a good enough life to warrant the lives of the men who literally died to save him is such an unimaginable weight to comprehend.
I was discussing this with The Husband and his comment was simply, "Shouldn't we all ask ourselves that?" In one question, he too pierced my soul. How many of us take the time to think about those who have died to save us? How about the One who died the ultimate death to save us?
This isn't meant to be a patriotic plug, but really, when was the last time you thanked a soldier? When was the last time you prayed for the families of those who have lost soldiers? Regardless of your opinion of war (particularly the most current wars/conflicts/actions), these men and women serve to allow the rest of us a level of comfort, freedom, and happiness that many in this world are not fortunately enough to experience. As you think about your life, are you able to say that you live it in a way that is worthy of those sacrifices? I hate to say that I don't nearly often enough.
I think I need to post some kind of statement or quote in my bathroom to remind me to live my life so that the sacrifice that Jesus and so many men and women have made is not worthless. If I think if a good one, I'll let you all know.
Assuming most of you have seen the movie, I will dispense with a plot summary and just move to my point. At the end when Ryan is an old man and he is at the Normandy cemetery, his genuine distraught pierces my soul. His internal debate with himself as to whether or not he has lived a good enough life to warrant the lives of the men who literally died to save him is such an unimaginable weight to comprehend.
I was discussing this with The Husband and his comment was simply, "Shouldn't we all ask ourselves that?" In one question, he too pierced my soul. How many of us take the time to think about those who have died to save us? How about the One who died the ultimate death to save us?
This isn't meant to be a patriotic plug, but really, when was the last time you thanked a soldier? When was the last time you prayed for the families of those who have lost soldiers? Regardless of your opinion of war (particularly the most current wars/conflicts/actions), these men and women serve to allow the rest of us a level of comfort, freedom, and happiness that many in this world are not fortunately enough to experience. As you think about your life, are you able to say that you live it in a way that is worthy of those sacrifices? I hate to say that I don't nearly often enough.
I think I need to post some kind of statement or quote in my bathroom to remind me to live my life so that the sacrifice that Jesus and so many men and women have made is not worthless. If I think if a good one, I'll let you all know.
Friday, May 14, 2010
Sleep, sweet sleep...where are you?
Do you remember when sleep was a blissful experience where you could just snuggle for hours under the covers and wake up fully rested? Oh how I miss those days! Of course, I am one of those people that LOVES sleep and I think my body really needs a lot of it. I've actually had a doctor tell me that "some people need more sleep than others and I think you might be one of those people that would do best with 10-11 hours of sleep per night." That's a lovely thought, but let's get real. Even before I had The Wee One, that wasn't happening.
Anyway...so there was something in the air last night and The Wee One had a rough time of it. She woke up so much and was moderately cranky each time. I know her teeth hurt and I'm pretty sure she had some gas issues....maybe even some growing pains. However, it was exhausting!
On top of that, The Husband was keeping me up with his snoring. I would like to be sweet about it and say that "it's endearing", but I've been married long enough to be real about it - it DRIVES ME CRAZY! Since The Wee One is having her issues, I am in her room most of the night, just trying to get her to sleep, even if that means I have to sleep with her. Even in a different room, I can her him snoring! Good grief!
So, there I am...I finally get her to sleep (fed her a breakfast bar, gave her some milk, and rubbed her legs till she calmed down). To keep her down, I'm laying with her (this is about 4 in the morning so I don't care about my rules of not sleeping with her). We are in her twin bed and she is slowly pushing me off of it. The Husbands noise is drifting in from the other room. My lower back is killing me. I am just not getting any rest. For someone like me, this is just about my living hell.
At this point, you are wondering why I'm not going to bed instead of writing this blog. Well, a simple answer is that The Wee One is asleep and it is easier to blog when she isn't around. Oh yeah, and Dazed and Confused is on. Enough said.
Anyway...so there was something in the air last night and The Wee One had a rough time of it. She woke up so much and was moderately cranky each time. I know her teeth hurt and I'm pretty sure she had some gas issues....maybe even some growing pains. However, it was exhausting!
On top of that, The Husband was keeping me up with his snoring. I would like to be sweet about it and say that "it's endearing", but I've been married long enough to be real about it - it DRIVES ME CRAZY! Since The Wee One is having her issues, I am in her room most of the night, just trying to get her to sleep, even if that means I have to sleep with her. Even in a different room, I can her him snoring! Good grief!
So, there I am...I finally get her to sleep (fed her a breakfast bar, gave her some milk, and rubbed her legs till she calmed down). To keep her down, I'm laying with her (this is about 4 in the morning so I don't care about my rules of not sleeping with her). We are in her twin bed and she is slowly pushing me off of it. The Husbands noise is drifting in from the other room. My lower back is killing me. I am just not getting any rest. For someone like me, this is just about my living hell.
At this point, you are wondering why I'm not going to bed instead of writing this blog. Well, a simple answer is that The Wee One is asleep and it is easier to blog when she isn't around. Oh yeah, and Dazed and Confused is on. Enough said.
The Husband
So the end of this month marks 7 years of marriage for The Husband and I. All total, we will have been together for 10 years. This may not seem like much to some, but trust me, it is an accomplishment. Okay, that sounds harsh. Actually, I have loved being with this man!
I will admit that we have had our fair share of "struggles," but I honestly believe that each of those things has strengthen our commitment to each other. He truly is my best friend and I adore spending time with him. The Husband is quirky and sweet and oh so funny! As we say so often to each other...."I'm so glad you get me." It is so nice to be "gotten" by someone. I hope you know what I mean. I'm sure I will post more about this topic during the rest of this month so I will just leave you with this picture. It pretty much says it all about our relationship.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Just a typical weekend
Okay, so last weekend did have some extra "exciting" moments, but for us, for good or bad, that's not all that unusual.
The Husband was off to Florida for a bachelor party for his youngest brother. The plan was to take the brothers' boat out and go deep sea fishing in the Destin area. The first two days went fine - choppy water and not a lot of fish catching, but a good time. Then Saturday night hits. The boys apparently had gone to eat in the harbor area. Afterward, they thought they might as well go check on the boat since they were down there anyway. On the way, they were joking around..."Don't know why we're checking...it's not like it's gonna sink or anything."
I beg to differ.
They get to where they had docked and what do they see? No boat. Well, actually, they saw part of a boat. It actually sank! Fortunately, they were in a shallow docking area so it was only partially under, but enough of it that it was a problem. Who sinks a boat on a simple weekend fishing trip? I mean really.
So, what were The Wee One and I doing all this time? Ah, let me tell you.
I was at my mom's for the weekend - Mother's Day and all that. While there, we had planned on trimming The Wee One's hair. Hum...might think twice about that next time. Those of you that follow this blog have already read about the experience, but let's leave it with the comment that it was traumatic. Everyone has recovered and the hair even looks cute, but it was a rough time.
On Monday, The Husband flew back to us and The Wee One and I were at the airport, looking great, ready to greet him. The Wee One was in an adorable sundress with little red ladybugs on it (hat included) and I was in a super smoking hot strappy summer dress with my great red heels. Yeah, it was awesome!
So we pick him up and start the 2 hour drive home. Aside from the wind - 45-60 mile per hour gusts, no lie - it was a fairly uneventful trip. We were about 45 minutes out and we hear some lovely noises from the backseat. "Wow! For such a little girl, she really can blow!" We continue driving, kind of laughing at the noise and the funky smell coming from the back. No worries, we've been down this road before. Yeah right.
For some reason, I looked back for a second and saw the explosion. Not kidding. It looked like a real explosion back there. Poop everywhere. On the car seat, her legs, her hands, the door...wow! Here's the problem. Due to the unreasonably high winds and the two-lane country road, there is no where to pull over so we have to deal with the smell and the mess all the way till we get home. We tried to cover the mess with some wipes, but that just made things worse because she wanted to toss those around the car.
We finally got home and The Husband ran inside to change his shirt (he had dressed nice to greet us as well) while I sat in the car with The Wee One. Once he came back out to grab her, I ran inside to change out of my dress so I could wash her down. He took her straight to the bathroom and we ran the shower on her. Then let her take a nice mid-day bath. While I bathed, he washed the car seat and wiped off the door. Poor guy!
As I said before...I wish that were an unusual weekend for us, but it's really not. I guess we are just good at rolling with the punches.
The Husband was off to Florida for a bachelor party for his youngest brother. The plan was to take the brothers' boat out and go deep sea fishing in the Destin area. The first two days went fine - choppy water and not a lot of fish catching, but a good time. Then Saturday night hits. The boys apparently had gone to eat in the harbor area. Afterward, they thought they might as well go check on the boat since they were down there anyway. On the way, they were joking around..."Don't know why we're checking...it's not like it's gonna sink or anything."
I beg to differ.
They get to where they had docked and what do they see? No boat. Well, actually, they saw part of a boat. It actually sank! Fortunately, they were in a shallow docking area so it was only partially under, but enough of it that it was a problem. Who sinks a boat on a simple weekend fishing trip? I mean really.
So, what were The Wee One and I doing all this time? Ah, let me tell you.
I was at my mom's for the weekend - Mother's Day and all that. While there, we had planned on trimming The Wee One's hair. Hum...might think twice about that next time. Those of you that follow this blog have already read about the experience, but let's leave it with the comment that it was traumatic. Everyone has recovered and the hair even looks cute, but it was a rough time.
On Monday, The Husband flew back to us and The Wee One and I were at the airport, looking great, ready to greet him. The Wee One was in an adorable sundress with little red ladybugs on it (hat included) and I was in a super smoking hot strappy summer dress with my great red heels. Yeah, it was awesome!
So we pick him up and start the 2 hour drive home. Aside from the wind - 45-60 mile per hour gusts, no lie - it was a fairly uneventful trip. We were about 45 minutes out and we hear some lovely noises from the backseat. "Wow! For such a little girl, she really can blow!" We continue driving, kind of laughing at the noise and the funky smell coming from the back. No worries, we've been down this road before. Yeah right.
For some reason, I looked back for a second and saw the explosion. Not kidding. It looked like a real explosion back there. Poop everywhere. On the car seat, her legs, her hands, the door...wow! Here's the problem. Due to the unreasonably high winds and the two-lane country road, there is no where to pull over so we have to deal with the smell and the mess all the way till we get home. We tried to cover the mess with some wipes, but that just made things worse because she wanted to toss those around the car.
We finally got home and The Husband ran inside to change his shirt (he had dressed nice to greet us as well) while I sat in the car with The Wee One. Once he came back out to grab her, I ran inside to change out of my dress so I could wash her down. He took her straight to the bathroom and we ran the shower on her. Then let her take a nice mid-day bath. While I bathed, he washed the car seat and wiped off the door. Poor guy!
As I said before...I wish that were an unusual weekend for us, but it's really not. I guess we are just good at rolling with the punches.
Sunday, May 09, 2010
A tramatic experience
The Wee One is almost 20 months old and her hair is (was) totally unruly! Even with a good combing in the morning, it would end up all over the place by noon. Therefore, after much debate, The Husband and I decided it was time to trim it.
We first thought of his aunt who owns a salon and cuts hair professionally. However, due to some scheduling conflicts, that wasn't working. So, while visiting my mom this weekend, we decided she could just cut it.
Now, keep in mind that my mother always cut my hair - I didn't go to a professional till I was 19. She has cut all the hair in our family forever so I trust that she is capable. Keeping my extremely active child still long enough for even on snip of the scissors proved to be the challenge. I took the advice about putting on one of her favorite shows, I sat her in my lap, my dad sat on the floor letting her play with his hands (she has an odd obsession with playing with people's hands) and we started the process.
We got her hair wet, we combed it out to see where we wanted to cut it, we opened the scissors and...SHE MOVES HER HEAD! After that, the plan changed to giving her a short boy cut - out of pure necessity.
So, we move along, she is doing fairly well. We are able to anticipate most of her squirms and then...
on the last cut...
she jerks her head to the side. Snip! A little bit off the ear please.
Okay, so it really isn't much and you can't even tell she got snipped now. However, it did bleed at the time. The Wee One cried. My mom cried. My dad ran to get a small band-aid. I cuddled The Wee One. Ultimately, much to do about nothing. We got the bleeding stopped fairly quickly and put some antibacterial stuff on it for good measure. The Wee One even let my mom cuddle her. Add a bow and she is cute as ever...actually, she can even get by without the bow because she is so stinking precious (a mother's bias is always allowed in her own blog).
All is well in the world again...until the next hair cut.
We first thought of his aunt who owns a salon and cuts hair professionally. However, due to some scheduling conflicts, that wasn't working. So, while visiting my mom this weekend, we decided she could just cut it.
Now, keep in mind that my mother always cut my hair - I didn't go to a professional till I was 19. She has cut all the hair in our family forever so I trust that she is capable. Keeping my extremely active child still long enough for even on snip of the scissors proved to be the challenge. I took the advice about putting on one of her favorite shows, I sat her in my lap, my dad sat on the floor letting her play with his hands (she has an odd obsession with playing with people's hands) and we started the process.
We got her hair wet, we combed it out to see where we wanted to cut it, we opened the scissors and...SHE MOVES HER HEAD! After that, the plan changed to giving her a short boy cut - out of pure necessity.
So, we move along, she is doing fairly well. We are able to anticipate most of her squirms and then...
on the last cut...
she jerks her head to the side. Snip! A little bit off the ear please.
Okay, so it really isn't much and you can't even tell she got snipped now. However, it did bleed at the time. The Wee One cried. My mom cried. My dad ran to get a small band-aid. I cuddled The Wee One. Ultimately, much to do about nothing. We got the bleeding stopped fairly quickly and put some antibacterial stuff on it for good measure. The Wee One even let my mom cuddle her. Add a bow and she is cute as ever...actually, she can even get by without the bow because she is so stinking precious (a mother's bias is always allowed in her own blog).
All is well in the world again...until the next hair cut.
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