You’d think I’d learn

Of course, you would be wrong.

My impatience got the best of me tonight.  Not my best defense, but the only one I have.  It was like this:

I haven’t taken D in to get his hair fixed since my ill-fated attempt at hair cutting.  I did call them today to try and get the boys an appointment but they didn’t answer and voice mail never picked up.  I’m not sure if they are just closed on Monday or out of business.

D’s haircut has been bugging me, especially this one side around his temples that was obviously longer than the other.  Tonight I asked D if I could fix that area and he said yes.  I cut off that length of hair and thought ‘okay, that will work’.  Then…D looked up at me.  My first thought was “Oh my gosh, now he looks like he has a mullet”  Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

I think you can guess what happened from there.  Yes, I inflicted another session with my non-existent haircutting skills on my son. 

 

I think the word ‘butchered’ might be a bit strong to describe his hair cut but it definitely won’t pass as having been done by someone with skill.  On the plus side I’m pretty sure the kids won’t notice anything other than that his hair is shorter.  The adults may be another story.

Oh well.  As someone mentioned before it grows back.  At least he is cute.

Amazingly K won’t let me cut his hair.  He wants an appointment at the haircut place.

Around our house

Tonight D and I went to Bingo Night at K’s school.  Originally it was supposed to be K and I; then D, K and I; then D and K started being siblings and I said no one was going to go if they weren’t going to behave, then…never mind, long story.

Anyway, D did really well.  He even had he own card where he got to circle the numbers.  Okay, technically Mom helped point out the numbers over about 22, but still it was his card.  Neither he nor I won anything at Bingo or on the raffle. 

I know that the economy is affecting most people and I even know that there are some parents at K’s school who have lost their job but you’d never know it when looking around.  People were buying $50 or more in raffle tickets and one of the silent auction items went for $700. 

Last year they started this neat thing with the auction where, in addition to the donations, every class makes something for the auction.  Last year I was so excited to go and bid on the item from K’s class (which was a kid-sized picnic table that the kids had decorated if I remember correctly) and I was crushed when I saw that the starting bid was $110.00.  This year I was equally excited about the project, K was really excited, and I really would have liked to have purchased it (it was a nicely bound recipe book with recipes from the kids’ families, then the kids had illustrated it, plus an apron and a dishtowel with all their hand prints on it.  Adorable) but starting bid was $75.00.   The first thing K asked me when I got home was if we had won the recipe book.  I told him we hadn’t won.  I didn’t have the heart to tell him I didn’t even bid 

Conversations

As we were leaving Safeway the other day K was talking about stuff (all sorts of stuff, no specific topics) when he suddenly said “And in The Mask he sticks his tongue out and his eyes bulge out.  That is what he does when he sees a  hot girl.”

This of course prompted me, being me, to ask if he even knew what a ‘hot girl’ was. 

He said no, he wasn’t really sure what a hot girl was which left me trying to tactfully explain the term ‘hot girl’ to my seven year-old son.  Apparently I just don’t learn when it is best to leave something alone. :)

So close…yet again

Tonight at Cub Scouts they had one of the best kids community programs that I’ve seen in a long time.  A ‘super-hero’ named Oxy Gene from Community Transit came to the Pack Meeting and talked about the bus, how to ride the bus, etc.  The highlight of the night was getting to ride on one of the articulated buses. 

Here is how the night went:

About 6p tonight K started crying and complaining that his leg hurt.  We couldn’t see anything but a little bruise, but I assured him that if his leg hurt I wasn’t going to make him go to Cub Scouts.  When I ran over before the meeting to drop off the awards I saw the bus and remembered about the program so I called K asked him if he wanted to go and then hurried home to get him and D.

K made is through the talking part of the program and we got all the way onto the bus when he suddenly started crying again saying that his leg hurt and he wanted off.  To tell the truth I was a little disappointed to end the evening and I had a very (VERY) upset 3 year-old who didn’t understand why he had to get off the bus.  Especially as he had been excellent through the entire program.  I’ve promised him a bus ride sometime soon. 

K is now disappointed that he didn’t get to ride the bus too.  *Sigh*

Okay Mom, I admit it

How is that for the start of a sentence?  When K starts things like that I’m not sure if I should be worried or not.  :)  Wednesday we were picking D up from school and had stuck his head on the end side of a picnic table and hit his lip on the way out.  K asked if he was okay and was all worried.  He looked at me and said “Mom, I only care about D when he’s hurt.”  About 30 seconds later he looks at me and says “Okay Mom, I admit it.  I love D”.  I thought this was hilarious because for the past two weeks I’ve been joking with him that he really does like his brother (something he adamantly denies) ever since I tricked him into saying it.  We were getting out of the car one day and I was asking him things like “Do you like Star Wars?” “Do you like reading?” “Do you like Karate?” etc.  The last question I snuck in was “Do you like your baby brother?”  He said yes and ever since I haven’t let him live it down.

Fail!

My poor son.  Both of the boys need haircuts.  I’m not talking about ‘their hair is getting  a little long I should think about making an appointment’ haircut time, I’m talking ‘hey, are their faces under there’ need a haircut.  That being the case I decided to take this fancy hair cut kit that we have and try to cut their hair myself, because frankly I don’t have the $50 it takes to get them both a haircut. 

I did manage to rather successfully cut D’s bangs about 2 weeks ago and I think I may have credited that to skill when I should have credited it to pure, unadulterated luck. 

Anyway, armed with a blissful sense of confidence I decided to see what I could do to make D look a little more boy like.

  

*Sigh*  I guess I’ll see if I can get him an appointment this week. 

One of these things is EXACTLY like the other

I remember being pregnant with D and reading that siblings who are four or more years apart (which mine are) tend to be more like only children in their personality.  At the time I remember being a little sad thinking about that.  Now…I’d love for them to act more like only children and less like hyper-competitive siblings. 

One of the things they have started is ‘calling’ which cup or bowl they get when I’m fixing a meal or drink.  Inevitably if I get down a red and a black glass, whichever glass color the first one shouts across the room the other one suddenly has to have that color and finds it absolutely intolerable to think of drinking out of a glass of another color.   (We won’t even get into the shouting.  Ugh)

For this reason I now do my best to make sure that their glasses/plates/bowls are the same color.  If I can’t make them the same color I’m quick to say “you get the one I set in front of you”.

Their other new thing is to compete for the “biggest trophy”.  I haven’t seen said mythical trophy and had no idea that they gave out copious amounts of trophies for things like putting on their coat, touching the front door first, getting down the slide first (on a slide that has only one chute), buckling their seat belt first (this one cracks me up since I have to buckle them and tend to do this in a consistent order  so I’m note sure what the ‘contest’ is), etc.  Once I actually get them up and headed towards the door in the morning it is a constant litany of “I’ll beat you to ______”  “Yea!  I won the biggest trophy” for everything from the time we open the front door to the time I drop the first one off.  

Hopefully sibling torment leads to sibling love later in life.  If so at least these two are set. :)