#2 Military Cut
not so bad!
So, a couple of days before the first day of school it was decided tat Samuel needed a hair cut. It was getting kind of shaggy, and we wanted to make sure that he looked appropriately cool for kindergarten! Normally Doug cuts the boys’ hair (except for William), but we didn’t want any unevenness (is that even a word?) to impede him in the friend making department. So, while we were sitting around the table Doug was instructing Samuel on how to talk to the hairdresser. He said, “make sure you tell her that you want a #1 military, all over.”
The next day we headed to the salon, and I told the lady, “#1 military, all over.” She looked at me and replied, “No, you don’t want that.” I then explained that was what my husband wanted. She asked me if my husband was in the military. The hairdresser then suggested that we start with a #2. If I still wanted it shorter the we could do that later.
Halfway through the cut the stylist tried to make a joke and told Samuel that she was done. Haha, not funny to a five-year old! The whole thing was crazy, but when it was all over, I thought he looked good.
We get home, and Samuel runs outside to show his dad, at which point Doug comes running at me asking me what I did I answered, ”#2, military style.”
“Why would you do that?”
“You told me to.”
“I was joking!”
Apparently I didn’t get the joke!
When free isn’t such a good deal
Don't we look happy?!
The only channel I let my kids watch at home is PBS Kids. I like that the shows are only on for a limited amount of time, and when they’re over the kids have no problem turning off the tv(for some reason they are not too eager to watch Sit and Be Fit!). I also like that there are no commercials and no violence. There’s also very little adult content, with the exception of Sesame Street, which I think tries a little too hard to be hip.
We waited in line for those BK crowns!
Right before school started, PBS sponsored a Back to School day at the Children’s Museum. It included free admission to the museum, crafts for the kids, plus a goody bag. I thought this might be a fun little Saturday adventure for us. Not so much. First off, you had to complete a kind of scavenger hunt to get the goody bag, so my kids didn’t see much o the museum because I was obsessed with filling out their cards (I promise I won’t take over their science fair projects, but we were in a time crunch!). Once we finished all of the cards, we didn’t even want to stay around because there were just way too many people. Also, the crafts and activities offered weren’t really set up for a billion people to participate. We didn’t even get any popcorn because I just couldn’t wait in the line. I think that I have to remind myself that I don’t really like people, so I need to stay away from crowded events.
Don't worry, Ben was there too!
I think most times we would be better off paying the price of admission and having a little space to ourselves. I won’t even tell you about last Saturday’s sneak preview of a certain children’s movie. Suffice it to say that Doug was not a happy camper when there was a line, too many tickets, and not enough seats! Although, next week PBS is sponsoring a free screening of the new National Parks documentary at Mission San Jose. There will even be lots of fun activities for the kids…
Just like Disney World
588
588 – That’s how many times the nurse at the perinatologists office wanted me to prick my finger during the remaining 12 weeks of my pregnancy!
Just one of many!
So, it has been a week since my first visit to the new peri-natologist. I knew I wasn’t going to return to the one from my last pregnancy, but my hopes of this new doctor being totally awesome and relaxed have been dashed. For one, they want me to check my sugars 7 times a day instead of the 4 times that I previously did not enjoy. I’m somewhat convinced that this is a ploy from the glucose monitor people to force me to buy even more test strips!
On the positive side, this office is way closer to me, and I’ve been able to coordinate my appointments with my regular OB check-ups, so it’s not so much back and forth. Also, this doctor has a fancy 3-d ultra-sound machine. So, I was able to confirm that this new arrival will, in fact, be a girl (I have yet to buy anything because I was in denial!), but I was also able to determine that the baby isn’t all that cute … yet! I think the features will improve when she weighs more than 3 pounds!
So, I’m back on the gestational diabetes diet. 2200 calories a day of high protein/ low carb goodness! Eleven weeks left, then I can get back to to the mashed potatoes that I love! On the plus side, this does tend to keep the extra, ice cream induced, weight off for the last few weeks of the pregnancy!
On the ironic side of things, this particular doctor keeps a wonderful array of hot chocolate available in her waiting room. If you prick me, do I not bleed?!
Just in case you’re wondering, the number on my monitor was after dinner, and it was 80, and that makes me a gestational diabetes rock star!
A Courtesy Travel Warning
This is just a friendly warning. Take it for what it’s worth. If you see this person travelling at the airport, run in the other direction!
Now I know she looks all innocent and friendly. Hey, it looks like she might even grow her own radishes, but trust me, looks can be deceiving! If you follow her onto an airplane, odds are you will not make it to your intended destination anywhere near the estimated arrival time. Why, you ask? Oh you know, the usual, there’s “weather” somewhere in America preventing your flight from flying to Halifax from Chicago. Now, keep in mind that the only flight to Halifax being cancelled for the whole day is the flight that this unlucky woman is on. Because the incident is “weather” related the airline (I don’t want to name names, but UAL you know who you are!) won’t hep you with a hotel. Keep in mind this woman is traveling with an infant on a bereavement fare. You would think that this might inspire someone from the “customer service” desk to get me to my destination in a reasonable fashion. Not so much. This woman is told that her flight the next day is sold out, so she’ll have to wait two days. Luckily, said woman’s brotherworks for an airline and has told hr not to believe their crap. He says, find out where exactly the weather is. She tries this, but apparently that information is classified. Whatever, the woman is ashamed to admit this, but after her pleading her case (“hey, I’ve got to get to a funeral at which I’m a speaker”) to no avail, she gets out the big guns and starts crying. For some reason, this made a flight magically appear first thing the next morning. You think this is the end of my story, but it’s not!
After this poor soul arrives in Halifax, without her luggage, she makes it through two viewings, a baptism, church on Sunday, the aformentioned funeral, plus various family functions. At this point she cannot wait to get back to her loving husband and two other children. She packs the bags that have only just arrived and prepares for her journey at the crack of dawn the next morning. What’s that, you say? Sounds too good to be true? Well you’re right. The automated airline people call at 11:00pm and say that the flight has been cancelled due to “weather.” I’ll let this be known now, the return flight was the continuation of the original flight from Chicago to Halifax. Apparently there is random weather affecting only the flights involving the Chicago-Halifax-DC turnaround. I looked it up on the FAA website, but UALforgot to tell them! Now at this point the woman is upset, and her husband is very upset because he’s had a long couple of days watching his kids. So, the woman gets an extra day to celebrate her country’s national holiday. Then it happens … there is more weather and another cancelled flight. I do enjoy how airlines cancel a flight die to weather twelve hours in advance, but what do I know?! After talking to a very “helpful” Mr. Ryan at the Detroit call center this woman is more frustrated than ever. Apparently the airline doesn’t understand why this woman in her time of grief wouldn’t want to spend more time with her family, to which she responds “I would love to spend some time with my family … in Texas.” Mr. Ryan, even though he’s a supervisor does not have the ability to either change the woman’s flight, or say where the weather is. At this point, the woman is getting agitated. It’s time to call in the troops, and by that I mean the woman’s older, angrier brother. I don’t know exactly what was said, but somehow, miraculously they found a flight whee there was none before. Oddly enough, when the woman arrived in Chicago, where there actually was weather, the plane left on time!
So, let this be a lesson to you: do not fly to Canada with me!
