Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Almost Done

My baby had his first haircut today. On the eve of his first birthday (Happy Birthday, Logan!), we decided to make him endure twenty minutes (give or take) of torture. And, I must throw out an apology not to Logan, but to the poor unsuspecting man whose quiet time at the barber shop we totally ruined. To the wonderful, extremely patient man who gave Logan his first trim--you are a saint. You gave him a nice cut and responded to his tears with nothing but kind words and understanding.

Logan, welcome to the world of being one! I promise there is so much fun in store for you (after those vaccinations at the pediatrician, of course). We love you, little man!

Friday, March 19, 2010

Oh Dear!

We've had a heck of a week around here (colds, fevers, diaper rash that will make you cringe, etc), but one of my best friend's has had worse.

Her 2 year old had a fence gate fall on him and break his leg. He had to have surgery and will now be in a spica cast for at least a month. This is a cast that goes from the nipple level, down his broken leg to the toes, and to the knee of his non-broken leg to stabilize the broken one. In other words, no movement on his own.

She also has a nursing 4mth old and an almost four-year-old who have been passed around to friends because her husband has a herniated disc and a piece broken off that is pushing on his sciatic nerve. Plus, he's up for tenure and supposed to be observed soon for his college teaching job. He's the income for the family. He's also due for a surgical consult this upcoming week.

So when you think things can't get any worse, consider having an invalid husband, a nursing baby, a kid in a body cast, and a preschooler running around the house.

Gives a bit of perspective, doesn't it?

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Monday, March 1, 2010

The Playhouse Rules

And so it has begun. I think I'm going to dig out a copy of The Berenstein Bears No Girls Allowed. Anna told me this morning, "No babies allowed!" in the playhouse. She even said, "There's a sign," which, of course there isn't. I wouldn't be surprised if one showed up soon. So much for the constant admonishments to share.

Good thing they actually play together pretty well in spite of the rhetoric.