Living Life One Cheerio at a Time

I will tell you that my husband has no skill in the haircutting business. He tries. He wanted to start getting little man his haircuts, so he purchase some clippers. Little man was very excited, but got wiggly toward the end. He sat there as the  hubs experimented with lengths again and again. And he sat there and sat there... Until the hubs got it a little too short on top...and now he kinda looks like MOE from the 3 stooges. I truly believe that the hubs is perfecting the MOE. Someday he will get it right!

Sometimes as a parent you succeed. Everyone is healty and happy. Your feeling good. Then one child does something that will probably get atleast your parent of the year award revoked and hopefully not have children's services called on you. You see, my pooh bear, is THAT child. She is always keeping me on my toes and sometimes pushing my buttons. No matter how much I've baby-toddler-preschooler proofed my house she finds the ONE thing to cause havoc. This time on herself. A few days ago we took her to Cookie Cutters to get her hair cut. My brother is getting married and she was starting to look a little shaggy. She got a C.U.T.E.  little bob that highlighted her chubby cheeks. I then, on that fateful day, sent her to nap. I know my 3 year old really naps...well most days. We will not speak of the day she talked her brother into taking off his clothes so she could cover him in "bum bum lotion" {vaseline}. CLOSING EYES...DEEP BREATHES.....I really think she could...