It has been hard for me to decide how to actually get back into blogging. First, it's because E has picked like 15 keys off my laptop. I managed to get most of them back on except the "w", "c" and a few other ones that I am not sure what they are for anyway. Ya. She dumped out my purse and while I was picking up my purse she crawled up on the table and in 10 seconds flat all these little black computer keys were on the floor, table and in her mouth. Oh I had a come-to-Jesus-meeting with that little girl. So if you notice some typo's you'll know why they are there.
Second, my very last blog was a week before we went on the Big Family Cruise. I could blog so many funny stories about that but it didn't seem quite appropriate to be funny when my poor husband ended up in the hospital for 6 days with heart problems the day after we got back. We weren't even unpacked, or had any food in the house, or even had more than 3 diapers in the bag when he went into Pro-med and didn't come back until a week later. The summer revolved around getting him back to health and finally cathing up on laundry from camp+vacation+hospital stay. So, things have settled down and it is easier to find the funny in life again.
I may back track one day and share a few cruise stories, and the endless E stories...But for now I'll just jump right in and tell about last night. When I temporarily forgot that I CANNOT CUT HAIR!!!! The first time I tried to cut hair was when I was in 6th grade. The night before school pictures. When I thought it would be cool to have Farrah Fawcett feathered hair. I whacked my hair off above my ears thinking somehow that would make the feathered look. It didn't. I'm STILL embarrassed to show anyone that picture.
Last year I went through this phase where I tried to cut Elisabeth's bangs. I remember the horror I felt when I just had to keep snipping and clipping trying to get her bangs straight until there was almost no hair left. And that was two weeks before Christmas. Every Christmas picture she looks like a complete dork.
Last night, Jonathan came to me and said, "mom, will you try and cut my hair with dad's clippers." Why I eagerly grabbed the clippers and said YES! I will never know. This was a cheapy little beard trimmer that I was trying to cut my son's bush of a head with. I thought if this would work I could really start saving us some money. He then tells me, "If this turns out you owe me $16.00." I'm like "what?!?!?!" He thinks that I will just give him the money I am saving from the hair dresser. I don't think so. I started up the clippers but whatever setting I was on wasn't cutting it so I decided to take the clipper part off. Bad idea. "Oops! Uh-oh! Crap!" were the only words that could escape from my mouth. He's looks in the mirror and says "Mom! one side of my head has a side burn and the other one doesn't!!!" And then one side of his hair was really bushy and one had a nice, close shave. But the worse was the back. I told him he looked like one of those little kids with ringworm on their head and the hair is missing in that spot. I am so lucky he has such a great sense of humor and we got a good laugh out of it. It was great mother and son bonding time.
To make a long story short, Jonathan could not go to school today until he got his hair cut. By a professional. And she did a great job fixing my botched job. So I made my son miss his first class today. I still had to pay for a hair cut. My bathroom floor still has hair all over it even after wiping it up twice. I think I have finally learned my lesson. At least for this year.
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