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It’s 4:45pm & my kids are still in their PJs

I’m sitting here at the table with a cup of tea. My boys just got up from their nap time & quiet time. We’re giggling off and on because a storm just rolled in and our windows were open. I asked Jack to crank the window closed and right then the wind and rain came down so hard that he got soaked and the screen flew out of the window. He just laughed and laughed. I ran to close the window over our sink but the fan sitting in it was spraying me with so much water that I could barely see. Now, only 5 minutes later, the sun is shining and the birds are chirping. Oh, little adventures.

Earlier today, I was adding a few knots to some of my front sections of hair that haven’t quite dreaded up yet, and Forrest wanted to “help.” He sat on my lap and just twisted my hair all around. It felt good. It’s something you kind of give up when you have dreads – there aren’t a lot of people who understand how clean dreadlocks can be, and so, there are few people who will just play with your hair for fun. Except your little kids. You can count on them for sure.

Do you ever have that feeling that nobody really gets you? It sounds narcissistic when I say it like that, but I mean it innocently. I think I feel that way because I have forgotten how to share myself. I mean, it’s so easy to share half-versions of ourselves on blogs or Facebook or whatever, but what about the full versions in real life? I’m sure that not everyone struggles with this. But I am a stay-at-home mama (who loves what she does) and I don’t get out a lot because there are so many blessings to tend to here within these walls. I would like to see myself open up so that people can get me. Because I’m pretty sure that’s the key here.

Anyway…time to get my kids dressed. (Yes, it’s 4:45pm.)

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Littlespeak, Part 2

It was early in the morning and I was taking a quick shower before beginning our busy day. Jack peeked around the shower curtain and asked, quite sincerely, “Mama, what are you taking?”

“A shower,” I said.

He smiled. “Oh.”

Oh, the things he says.

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Littlespeak

Whenever I sit down to nurse Forrest to sleep, Jack says, “Where is Brudder going?” It’s taken me a while to figure it out, but I finally realized that he asks where his brother is going because I always say, “Forrest is going to sleep.”

Hehe. Little people.

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“Bye-bye, weight!”

This morning, I brought the boys into the bathroom with me. Jack usually likes to step on the scale while he hangs out in there, though I’ve always assumed he doesn’t really know what it’s for (being 2 and 1/2 years old…).

But this time, he seemed like he was asking me something. I realized, after listening to him jabber away, that he was expecting me to say something because usually I make an exclamation along the lines of, “Wow, 31 pounds! You’re growing up so big!” So, I obliged and he repeated my words (kind of).

“Thur-tee-won-pouns-Mama!”

He repeated himself several more times, and after I scooped up the baby so we could move our little party elsewhere, Jack put the scale back in its place and said, “Bye-bye, weight!”

Ha. Haha! He makes me laugh.

If only it were that easy…. 🙂

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Bald

I’m cringing. Just thinking about what I’m about to write makes me cringe. If you’ve been following me on Twitter, you know what I’m talking about.

Jack is bald.

As in, he has maybe a centimeter of hair.

….Maybe I should back up and explain myself.

First of all, let me say that the last time Jack needed a trim {around the time we arrived here in New York, so…2 months}, I took care of it and I did a pretty good job for having no clue how to cut hair.

So, on Friday, I was noticing that his bangs were getting in his eyes and the hair on his neck looked a little scraggly. I took him into the bathroom and trimmed it up nice, but I kept thinking about how cute he would look with a little fauxhawk. Nothing drastic – just a little variation to make things interesting. Since I didn’t trust myself with the electric trimmer, I decided to wait until Ryan got home. I assumed he’d be much better at handling the shaping since he uses an electric trimmer for his beard.

Well, Ryan finally got home later that evening and agreed to help me. I explained that I was thinking he should leave the fauxhawk part about two inches long while leaving the rest of his hair about one inch long. He agreed that those measurements sounded right, and a-trimming he went.

Except that the piece of the trimmer that determines the length wasn’t really working.

Two minutes later, I gasped. “Ryan…he has a bald spot.”

And sure enough, there on the right side of the back of Jack’s head, there was a bald spot. The trimmer had gotten the best of him.

I won’t share all the painful details, but basically, the night ended in the shape of a military haircut.

Seriously – Jack looked like he was about to get shipped off to bootcamp. He was totally shaven all around his head with a tuft of hair covering the entire top of his head.

So the next morning, I said {incredibly sweetly, of course}, “Ryan, baby – I just can’t handle the military cut. I think you should just buzz it. That way it will all grow out the same length.”

And Ryan, being the dear husband that he is, agreed. He took Jack back into the bathroom and in no time, I heard the buzzing of the electric trimmer.

When I went upstairs to see how things were coming along, though, I winced.

Bald.

Ryan and I just laughed. We kept laughing, and then shaking our heads, and then laughing, and then kind of yelling at each other, and then laughing again.

Poor, poor Jack.

Poor bald Jack.

I’m serious, I’m cringing right this minute.

It’s totally my fault. If I’d just left well enough alone, Jack would still have his gorgeous gold-brown hair. Of course I still think he’s incredibly cute, but he’s a very bald sort of cute.

And as if I’m not cringing enough already, I’m now going to show you what he looks like. Because I know this post would be an incredible disappointment without the proof of my awful mistake.

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Bald.

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BALD.

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BALD!

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go break the electric trimmer.

{P.S. Please overlook the poor photo quality – I’m currently using an iPhone for all my photography needs!}

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He was waiting for Ryan to bring his food to the table.

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His Favorite Way to Be

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You Capture: Real Life

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