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!
My friend Dixie told me about a journal that she keeps specifically to record the many reasons that she loves her husband. I thought that this was one of the best ideas I’d ever heard. Sometimes something will come to me in the middle of the day, but by the time Doug gets home from work I’m too tired or frustrated or fed up with the kids to tell him. If I can write it down while I’m thinking about it, then it will be there for him to read when he’s having a bad day. It is also a great record for my kids. They do not always see us at our best, so it’s good for them to know that we always love each other, even when they are driving us bananas!
So, without further ado, here is the first entry that is going into the journal:
I don’t know how many husbands love their wives enough to travel all the way to Utah to bring their wives a Pulled Pork Burrito, Enchilada Style. I know I’ve been joking with you about this since we moved to Texas, but I didn’t know if you’d really do it. I can’t tell you happy having that little piece of heaven made me! I’m also glad that you’ve got friends who support us in our craziness and are willing to drive you around and let you use their freezer! Maybe most people don’t equate burritos with love, but those people have not been separated from their beloved burritos for years on end. I know that I can be a complainer, but I just want you to know how happy this made me. I love you.
p.s. If any of you are wondering how a burrito holds up after being frozen and flying halfway across the country, the answer is: amazingly well. Delicious!
I know that my second born is not Samson, but he has such beautiful hair that I hate to cut it. I take him to the salon because I don’t want Doug going anywhere near him with the clippers. His hair is a thing of beauty, and every day I am jealous! But, it was getting to be too much. He had a permanent kink in his neck because he was always trying to see by looking up from under his bangs.
We had never given him a short hair cut before, but it was time. I hate haircuts. I hate being reminded that my boys aren’t babies anymore. We convinced him that he wanted a haircut by saying that he would look just like his older brother. That was working great until we were all done and he realized that his hair was still black! I wanted to cry for him. He isn’t Samson though, cutting his hair did not remove his monster strength, it just let everyone see his eyes … oh and that bruise on his forehead! I wonder how long that’s been there?!
I haven’t written in so long that I can’t even come up with a witty title for this post! Maybe something will come to me as I write.
Halloween started early this year. Our ward Trunk or Treat was a full week before Halloween. Really, we got enough candy at the church that we probably didn’t need to go out again, but we couldn’t fool the boys! William had a pre-school Halloween party and then we went pumpkin decorating at the Dunn’s. This doesn’t even include the pumpkin patch that we visited at the beginning of the month! Oddly enough, there was no dressing up at Samuel’s school. Apparently costumes interfered with the Don’t Do Drugs week!
Unfortunately Benjamin was feeling a little under the weather on the actual day. He didn’t get to go out with the boys, but he had plenty to tide him over! He also loved handy out candy to all the people who came to our door!
We managed to get through the holiday without buying a single costume. There were lots of leftovers from years past, and I made Afton a little tutu. I was trying to encourage some kind of theme, but I think we got off way cheaper this way! Maybe next year we’ll get our act together!
I fee like this post was a little sub-par, but hopefully I’ll get back into the swing of things. If only I could get the top score of Bejewelled Blitz, then I wouldn’t have any distractions during the day (besides the four kids!)! Darn my competitive nature, and darn you Greg and Andrea … take a week off every once in a while!
P.S. You may not know who this person is, but if you watch TLC next Thursday night you’ll find out! That’s right, I know soon to be famous people!