My son, who is 4, and occasionally more trouble than he’s worth, opted to cut his own hair last night. And it wasn’t just a trim, it was a “how close to the scalp can I cut this?
I took him to the salon - and even trimming it with the #2 clippers, you can STILL see the divets! They would have had to completely shave his head to fix it!
As you can see, he still thinks he’s hot stuff. Now his hair is so short he looks like a scrawny little bootcamp reject.
If my daughter does this I’ll cry! If Jonas does this to Maggie- I’ll string him up by his ankles! We had a huge talk about how ONLY the stylist cuts hair. Mommy doesn’t cut her own hair. Daddy doesn’t cut his own hair. Maggie (heaven forbid) doesn’t cut her own hair- and JONAS doesn’t cut anyone’s hair either! Now I’m holding my breath hoping he gets it!
Posted by Lou on December 31, 2006 @ 10:48 am | 13 Comments
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This Christmas I’ve been busy making a few explosion boxes as gifts (shh, don’t tell). Here they are in all their radiant glory lol! For those of you who haven’t seen an explosion box before, let me explain.
Explosion boxes are boxes held together by the lid. When you take the lid off, the box falls open to reveal several layers of scrappy goodness. There are many flaps to open and close andtons of space for hidden photos and journaling. When closed- they are compact, just like a regular box. Then have an minimum of 21 places for photos, journaling and embellishments! It’s a great way to capture an event like a birthday or Christmas- and the box dresses up just like a real gift.
Of course, photos are worth 1,000 words, so here we go.
This one is a Cosmo Cricket Holiday line.
that’s an action shot of it “exploding” as you take off the lid.
This one is designed with gorgeous Making Memories holiday papers.
I really love the poinsettias.
Last but not least- Basic Grey Fruitcake box.
Posted by Lou on December 24, 2006 @ 1:32 pm | 33 Comments
Maggie is two today. In the midst of all the holiday confusion, and our entire family falling ill over the past few weeks, I didn’t really focus on the birthday. We planned a party for Saturday, but everyone was too sick. Last night, as it was getting later and later, and Maggie was still running around, giggling and being silly, I was really struck with the memory of two years ago, how I was slowly laboring, so excited to finally get her here.
Everyone told me that adjusting to two would be a challenge. I even expected there to be an adjustment phase, time we would need to learn to juggle everyone and to get used to having this new little person in the house. With both my children, that hasn’t been the case. When Maggie showed up, it was as if life had finally gotten to where it was supposed to be in the first place. It was as if the life we had lived without her was the big adjusting space, and now, we were finally as we should be. We needed our Maggie. She brings out the best in all of us. We had no idea Jonas would be such a wonderful, loving big brother. Chris and Maggie have a special relationship as well. Parenting a girl is different than parenting a boy, and Maggie has her daddy wrapped around her little finger, which is as it should be. In many ways, Maggie softened me. She has brought me more peace and contentment over the past two years than any other force. She is a delight.
Maggie was a beautiful, sweet baby. She was an amazing sleeper and champion nurser, and usually had a charming disposition. She morphed into a clever, silly, lovable one year old, and it was beautiful. Now she is two. She is a typical two year old, she has embraced the tantrum throwing, and learned what a time out it. She is climbing up onto everything, and never hesitates to assert her own independence. She is very two. We love her.
Today I will make a cake. We will go to Build-A-Bear and let her pick out a stuffed animal to love on. I will take lots of pictures. We will read the princess books Jonas got her for her birthday. Mostly, we will just enjoy our Maggie, and remember how good we’ve got it, and how lucky we are to have her.
Posted by Lou on December 19, 2006 @ 8:50 am | 14 Comments
When I was a kid I had this fantasy that I would grow up to be the best homeroom mommy ever. I’d bring treats for every holiday, arrange all class parties, and everyone would adore me for my spider cookies made out of Nilla wafers and licorice whips. I was going to be like my own mommy, times five! The bestest of the best of the very bestest! Ever.
The trouble with this dream, along with my fantasy of having an entire room of my house filled with one hundred hamsters and those massive toob cages all connected throughout, is that it’s just plain impractical. Those hamsters would stink like crazy and those toob cages are wicked hard to sanitize. Likewise, trying to pair my personality with a room filled with four year olds is just a tad on the crazy side.
Today, for the first time, I volunteered at Jonas’ preschool. Now, we are expected to volunteer a few hours each month, but with Chris’ schedule being unpredictable and the fact that I have a one year old who naps at the same time as school, it hasn’t been happening. Today I found a few minutes and decided to give it a go. Let me give you a brief summation of what happened:
A: Ten minutes after arriving I got chewed out by one of the teachers for not having had my TB shot, which I didn’t know I needed. When asked when my last one was I answered, “Uhh, I think I was twelve?” They kept me only because they were seriously understaffed.
B: Twenty minutes in, I get my period, and the cramps and bloating hit hard and fast.
C: Thirty minutes in I sit down at a table for lunch and had every seat at my table filled with a trouble maker, including my own kid. The other teachers looked on in horror at the impending doom, and learned very quickly (as I’m sure these kids picked up on radar the second I walked in the door) that Miss Lou is not an authority figure, even when she’s wearing the khaki teacher apron.
D: One hour into the game my head begins to throb. The children, though given constant reminder to use their inside voice, never reach that level.
E: fifteen minutes later, the family advocate pulls me into her office and makes me go through a bunch of paper work, tries to corral me into hard and fast volunteer hours (unsuccesful), and makes me tell her my personal goals (uhh, publish more of my scrapbook pages? Survive the next three hours here?) I leave with a cookbook because after refusing all of the resources she is paid to dispense, I’ve taken nothing, so she foists it upon me so she can say she did something for me in her records.
F: Hour and a half in I’m manning the sponge painting table, and thinking I’m doing well until I notice that there is a chair full of paint, and who knows how many kids running around with paint on their bums.
G: Two hours in, while making a star of the week crown, I play an integral part in flooding the clean up center sink. They have to call housekeeping staff because there is SO. MUCH. WATER.
H: Two and a half hours in I make a child cry because he as bickering with another kid over a toy and I took the toy away.
I: Three hours in, I have a serious migraine, and nausea is kicking in, on top of severe cramps.
J: Three hours twenty-five minutes in Jonas hits someone for the second time and gets in big trouble.
K: Three hours and forty minutes in, Jonas is being such a pill, I opt to take him home and end everyone’s misery. I get home and literally have to lay down in a quiet, dark room for twenty minutes.
So, uhhh, it was a success because I lived to tell the tale?
Posted by Lou on December 12, 2006 @ 5:06 pm | 14 Comments
Tonight I gave myself a dose of “Little Colds decongestant plus cough” right in the eye. I didn’t do it on purpose, and yes, it stings. Maggie has come down with the nasty cough/flu combo that is going around right now. I was trying to get her ready for bed, and dose her up for the night so she sleeps alright. Of course, being almost two, and having embraced that two-ness with all the fervor of a newly converted religious fanatic, she had to fight me on the issue. While Little Cold’s is pretty effective, it doesn’t taste great. I had the dropper loaded in one hand, and I was trying to finagle her into my other arm, and hold her still enough to get it in her mouth when right as I was about to dispense the medication, she slapped my hand and wrenched herself halfway out of my grip. This made my trigger hand fly back, and the medicine squirted me right across both eyes.
It did burn quite a bit, so I left the living room cursing and washed my eyes out in the bathroom sink. The water in my bathroom takes a while to warm up, and I’ve just got to say that rinsing burning cold medicine out your eyes with frigid water actually makes them hurt more. Once the water warmed up a bit I was able to do a better job of it, and the stinging has passed into a weird sensation that I can’t really describe. Just in case this weirdness was the way an eye feels when it’s working on going blind and needs medical attention, I called poison control, where I got to talk to a very nice man, who although he could probably hear me blushing over the phone trying to explain exactly what happened, chose not to mock me to my face, and is, I’m sure laughing to his poison control comrades about the crazy twenty-five year old mother who squirted herself in the eye with baby cold meds.
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Posted by Lou on December 9, 2006 @ 7:26 pm | 7 Comments
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