Thursday, March 28, 2013

Buzz Kill

Two weeks ago Husband took the boys to his parent's for dinner.  I stayed home, in bed, sick.

At the visit Papa mentioned something about clippers... baby... hair... What???  Thankfully Nana squashed that stupid bug quickly.  
After-all, this was not Papa's first baby buzz cut.  His First born's only son was about 6-12 mos old when Papa proposed clippers to her husband. That poor baby did not have a protector around at the time and they buzzed that bay-bay.  Sister-in-law was shocked and devastated to come home to her precious baby's new bald head. 
I cry for her.

Nonetheless, it lit a fire up under Husband.  Eventually, he did nab one of the boys. 
At first, I did not like it.  My thoughtful description-  he looks like a military child from the 1950's.
After the initial shock and after Husband straightened it up (for the most part), I will admit... it's pretty durn cute.  I love how it makes his big blues and round chubby cheeks just pop.


As the week went on, threats of doing the same to my precious teeny tiny baby pursued.  Finally I caved and made an appointment with my Lovely Stylist.

She just cleaned him up a bit.  He has lost all his hair on the sides of his head and back.  He was sporting a natural David Beckham, plus the start of dreads in the back and a lost comb over wisp that would not comb over. 

Befores:
 only pic I have to depict the rats nest in back,
forgive the quality





The adorable after:
with Lovely Stylist

Just when we thought they couldn't be any cuter. 

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Here is the Church...

Yesterday after I got home from work, I was lying on the bed in our room feeding ET.
SBR comes in and wants to watch da teebee.

I say... no, let's go to the park instead, Buddy... we have a WHOLE looong hot summer coming that will allow for plenty of teebee time...

To which he says... Mom... let's go to CHUH-CH!!

Aweeeee.... you can see Husband and I swell up with pride.  Our sweet little boy... he loves going to church to play with his friends!  What an angel! 
<sigh>  
I break it to him gently, not wanting to discourage his sweet innocence. 
Not tonight, baby, tomorrow night we go to church!  Tonight, let's go play at the park!

No park, Mommy... Chuh-ch! 

Let's just get you dressed and go for a ride and see where we end up. 

okay!!

As I pull into the park, SBR starts yelling.... Chuh-ch!  Chuh-ch!!  oh, tank you, Mommy!!  giggling profusely with excitement.

oh... I see.  Our church does have a fun little playground, I guess.  Maybe Sunday school needs a better curriculam than- snacks, puppet show, playground.


cute random pics:
ready for summer!
  
SBR brought me flowers.

I cwimb


brotherly love

rock.on.