Monkey's First Haircut

Be prepared for photos... lots of photos.  For each of the bigger boys we had done something with them in the week or two before their first haircut that resulted in lots of photos of their long hair.  We hadn't done much that got the right sort of photos of Monkey so on New Years day I decided to just take him out in the sun, shade, whatever the sky decided to do at the time, and get some photos... I'm feeling a little sad that his hair is all gone, it's making it hard to pick just a couple of photos to post.  I did pick just one for my New Years Day 365 post.

It wasn't very clean, it had a fair bit of sweat in it but I didn't want to wash it because it's easier to cut their baby hair when it's not freshly washed.  Because of that he didn't have quite the same number of fluffy sticking out bits as usual.

He looks like he's got a bit of an undercut here.  Because he so obviously had two distinct layers/types of hair people kept telling me that the longer stuff would fall out... it didn't.  He just looked like he had some weird hair extensions.  But it was really cute, and fun to play with.

A little close up for you of those sweet straggly bits at the back.  Just so soft and wispy.

This is the effect of the two layers at the front, a short fringe and a long fringe.  It kept getting in his eyes which, in the end, was what made me decide it was time to cut it.  He's just so stinkin' cute.  He still has a baby look to him here, he's lost that now.  He's still got those smooshy cheeks though.

He ♥'s the swing.  I ♥ watching his hair fly all over the place.

There's some more of those sticky-up bits.  There's always a few of them, they remind me of his great-grandad, he always had a few of them... though, he had a lot less hair.

Daredevil.  He looks like he's on a super-fast roller-coaster... he'd be quite happy on a super-fast roller-coaster.  He loves the swing to go REALLY high.  He also likes sudden stops.  Wow, his hair was long, wasn't it?

Cute as a button.  That is all swamp under him.  We can't mow because it's rained so much and we have clay right under the topsoil so the top is waterlogged and mushy.  But thankfully we aren't flooded like large chunks of the state!  Monkey didn't mind, as long as he got a go on the swing.

The event.  The haircut.  He wasn't really a fan of getting his hair cut.  It's pretty weird if you've never had a haircut before.  He watched his brothers get a haircut just before Christmas but it didn't help for his haircut.

Tidying up the back.  Ignore my upside down concentration face.  I was trying to not cut him... and to not cut myself... again.  We ended up giving him a packet of tiny teddies to try and distract him... it didn't work real well but it worked enough.  Doesn't he look all grown up?  This is about half an hour after that baby-faced photo up the top.

So, there you go.  New year, new haircut.

Sunday Snapshot

So we are going to try to make this Sunday Snapshot a regular feature as a catch up for the week... It could be a snapshot of our whole week, of our Sunday, who knows, it's alliteration, it works for me.

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The boys got haircuts again today. This time both cuts done by me. I don't know why I feel that family or anyone else would feel this is blog-worthy news but I seem to like informing the world when they get haircuts. I love the fresh cut look of them...

and I just love the look of them fresh cut or not!

They are starting to get opinions on these things though. Thankfully Dragon just wanted a hair cut and the longer I took to trim it the better he liked it so I got to do his nice and short like I like. Lion didn't want his as short as Dragons and mostly wanted it trimmed over the ears where it was annoying him. I still needed to tidy up the rest so it would last till I am feeling bothered to do it again and he squiggled ans squirmed for as long as it took and started begging for a reward even before I was finished. Dragon thinks getting a haircut is a reward!

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The boys were watching "WIPEOUT" this evening and while Mummy and Daddy were out of the room the ads came on and we still aren't sure which ad triggered this conversation but it was enlightening, that's for sure...

Lion: calls into kitchen... "SMOKING IS BAD FOR YOU"

Wolf: "Yes it is, so don't try it"

Lion: "Yeah, it is bad for you, it's fattening"

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Wolf has very little tolerance of advertising of any sort. It frustrates me no end when he goes on for 5 minutes about what he dislikes about a 30 second ad that doesn't matter in the grand scheme of things.

This ad however he quite liked...

I thought it was funny and a great rip-off of the old "Solo Man" ads but wasn't about to run out and buy the product... Wolf, LOVED the ad, Wolf bought the ad hook, line and sinker. We went shopping and Wolf bought himself...

Wolf's review... It has genuinely fake meatballs (yes, he actually said that), the pasta and veg was overcooked and it gave him indigestion. I don't think it'll be taking over my cooking just yet... even the dinnerfails have got to be better than that review.

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I forgot about this bit of toilet training... the no poop for days thing. There are many thoughts floating around in toilet training world as to why this happens but the fact is it happens and it's gotta come out somehow and sometime.

I wasn't concerned that he was blocked up, I wasn't concerned that he was worried about pooping in the toilet and was going to cause himself an injury by holding it in, I was concerned about when it was going to come and how much there would be... I know it's different for every child but for this one, no #2's since Wednesday morning is starting to worry me by Friday afternoon!

I believe I have the solution... Take your toilet training child who hasn't pooped for days with you to a doctors appointment and while you are in the very small examination room your nose will alert you to a distinct smell that signals the end of this round of concern... even if you have no sense of smell like me. Thankfully we aren't at the point of wearing undies out in public yet!

Today's the day the teddy bears have their...

HAIRCUTS!!!!!

Lion, Dragon and I all had haircuts today... two of us at the 'airdressa' and one the back patio sitting on a kitchen chair with a booster seat made of phone books... I got mine done at the hairdresser so you can let me know which of the boys you think I sheared at home.

The boys were fighting so bad yesterday... if they weren't strapped in their car seats they would have been slingin' fists at each other! So what was it over? I hear you ask... Who loves cousin Cheetah more. Seriously. I thought that maybe they thought he was the only boy cousin since we don't see cousin Dragon much so I reminded them they have two boy cousins and although I'm glad they love Cheetah so much there's no need to fight over him and of course I should have expected the results... they started fighting over who loves cousin Dragon the most. Fun times. I hope Cheetah and Dragon are feeling very loved right now.

Aunty Mum-me however, I am sorry to say they didn't want to ring you to sing happy birthday, they didn't want to do a video of singing it to send you, they didn't even want to sing it to you... they did, however, sing happy birthday over and over again to the scented candle that was on our table for dinner. Not related to birthday candles, no confusion at all... the song went "Happy birthday to you, candle. Happy birthday to you, candle". But Happy Birthday from all of us. I am guessing you would probably rather I sang to the candle instead of you since I don't sing well at the best of times and now my head is all clogged up too.

Yep, that's right... remember this... "it turns out mine wasn't a cold"... from yesterday. Yeah well, being used as a human hanky for a week will make you catch a cold. My kids have been randomly wiping snot on me and my clothes and all that sort of ickyness since they got this so I should have known it was only a matter of time. I am loving my homeopathic cold stuff. Other than the fact that it's all I'm allowed to take when I'm pregnant, it actually works better than the regular cold and flu treatments. The gem of the human hanky performances came this morning. Dragon was on my lap watching TV and he turned to face me, grabbed my head with his hands and came in close to tell me something... he started to talk and I am going to assume that he was about to tell me he loves me because that somehow makes me feel better about the whole thing but I'll never know because he never finished... he coughed on me... about 3 inches from my face... I got the breeze... and all the green lugies... all over my face, in my mouth, EVERYWHERE! YUCK.

I made the boys some hankies out of flannelet last winter (with our last major bout of colds) so that their little noses didn't get too raw from all the blowing. I didn't hem them though so that they were completely soft and nice but unfortunately that has meant they didn't really survive very well. I trundled off to spotlight yesterday to buy some more flannelet and I couldn't find any remnants like last year so I looked in the full priced stuff and I found this...

Isn't it cute? It's been hard to get Dragon to blow his nose on anything other than me. He'll happily pick it all day long and just in case you are wondering, hands that have played in the dirt all day at camp + fingers constantly up the nose = black boogers. I thought having the nice soft hanky would work. He still didn't want to blow it. Until the pirates started taunting him and teasing him that they didn't think he could get his boogers on their heads... He rose to the challenge and boogered them good. Of course we have to look at our boogers to make sure they got the pirates and we have to look at our brothers boogers to make sure he got the pirates but hey, the more that goes on the pirates the less that goes on me. Wolf says I should photoshop in a big green snotty booger on the hanky picture but I thought that might be just a bit too far.

I have a friend that thinks she's funny. She is on the blogroll "if on a winters night a traveller". For my birthday this week she got me "iPod and iTunes for Dummies". I came straight home and read it. She knows me too well. I also got a cake at playgroup because my other friend (who sometimes comments as "Kate" or "Aunty Wilbie") was on morning tea and made a really yummy cake with the help of little Wilbie.

My favourite present was Wolf shaving off his prickly beard for me! YAY! I probably kissed him more in the first two days after shaving it than in the months he's been growing it... I hope that was incentive enough to keep it gone! He also got me a Best of Simon and Garfunkel CD which is making drowning out the boys fights in the back of the car over their cousins so much more pleasant. Problem is without my computer which has my iTunes on it I can't get it onto my iPod... The book didn't solve all my problems!

My belly is at the "moves by it's self" stage. Not the little kicks that are only noticeable if you actually have your hand on my belly, it's the ones that make my belly dance with no outside assistance and are noticeable by the general public now. That's not to say that the general public hasn't occasionally put their creepy hands on my belly but now they can see that YES THERE IS A BABY IN THERE without actually touching me. I don't mind friends touching my belly, that's fine. It's the creepy old men in the shops that give it a rub for good-luck or the weird chicks that think it's perfectly okay to poke it and exclaim "oh, you're like a little lollipop aren't you" or "I bet that's going to be a big one" seriously ladies, you don't even know how far along I am, I could be 2 weeks overdue and scared that I am going to have a teeny tiny baby and you have just said the most insensitive thing to me or I could just be totally normal for my dates (which I am) and you are just wanting to touch me for some weird reason so you say the first brainless thing that pops into your head as a way to justify contact.

This last one is from ages ago but I keep forgetting to blog it... I am starting to wonder if Dragon might be getting a little too into his Bob the Builder when I went to kiss him goodnight and I heard him mumble in his sleep "resueresueresue"... "what was that sweetie?" I whisper... "reduce, reuse, recycle, reduce, reuse, recycle". I just remembered that now because he is singing Happy Birthday in his sleep, no, Aunty Mum-me, not to you this time either:(

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUM-ME!

oh, and I did Lion's hair at home... Dragon begs to go to the 'airdressa' and Lion cannot stand it! I usually let Lion miss every second haircut but when I turned up at kindy this morning to a sign saying there had been a headlice incident I decided I'd just do it at home this afternoon. If I have to go searching through it for nits I'd rather there was less to search through.