On the Second Day…

Jeremy Goofing AroundCan’t you just see this continuing on until day 46, 389, 271 and you are all sick of hearing about it?

Nah, I can’t either, but seeing as it’s kinda what’s consuming a large part of our brain space at this exact moment….this is what you get to hear about.

Thank you so much for your thoughts and prayers and best wishes and what ever else encouragement that you guys sent our way. It means so much to have you there cheering us on, especially on the hard days.

We got a call from the principal last night and apparently, yesterday was a FREAKING AMAZING day. He figures that it was a different child that showed up to school yesterday morning. Still cheerful and full of life, but not frantic, in a manic sort of way.

He sat through an assembly, people!?!?!

An entire assembly, a whole row away from the teacher (or any teacher, for that matter) and stayed still and focused and engaged the entire thing, and then at the end when the entertainer said that he wanted questions from kids who were sitting still and quiet with their hand raised and a smile on their face, apparently Jeremy sat exactly like that for about 4 minutes. It’s almost hard to believe that was my child that he was talking about.

I’m still all over the place with emotions and feelings and such. It’s hard to know that Jeremy is having his “Good” time at school, and not with us. I still don’t really have a good idea of how this is helping him or what his behavior is like or how it’s even really different.

We get about half an hour or so at home when we think the medicine has kicked in and then we get the tail end of it between 3-4pm before it’s completely worn off.

The RitalinSR slow releasing drug that lasts about 8 hours….so basically it’s just a morning dose and an afternoon dose but in only one pill. It wears off and then we get “normal” Jeremy for the afternoon and evening.

I feel guilty that we are using the Ritalin, and I feel guilty that if it’s working in his favor, then how come we waited so long. I feel happy that he might have good days at school and be a little easier to deal with, for the teachers, and I feel jealous that we don’t get to reap the benefits of him being on the drug. I feel guilty that I’m upset that I don’t get the benefit, and I hate that I’m admitting that my son is sometimes tough to handle. I hate that I have to deal with any of this at all. I hate that others often don’t “get” Jeremy. I hate that anyone has to “get” Jeremy in the first place. It’s all just a huge messy ball of feelings and emotions and questions and wonderings.

He had another good day at school today. It was a 4 sticker day. He has a chart and can get a total of 4 stickers per day, if he behaves appropriately in the AM1 (up until recess), AM2 (up until lunchtime), PM (the entire afternoon) and OTHER (PE or an Assembly or Library, or somthing like that).

So, this is Day 2 on Ritalin, and Day 2 of 4 stickers….I still am, not for certain, tying the two together as his week typically goes something like 4 stickers, and then 1 sticker and then 3, ad then 4 and then 2, followed by a week of 4, 4, 4, 1 and 3…..there is absolutely no rhyme or reason to his behavior pattern.

I told him that if he gets 4 stickers tomorrow and Friday that we’d go and get a Booster Juice on Friday, so we’ll see.

So far, we’ve not had any negative side effects, and I’m hoping it stays that way. He ate a HUGE breakfast, and all his lunch was gone when he brought his backpack home (he has to eat in the principal’s office at the moment because of a prior transgression). He’s come home from school and had a snack, and so I’m hoping that the “loss of appetite” side effect never materializes, and the other two common side effects are jittery-ness and a difficult time sleeping.

Well, he’s pretty much ALWAYS had a hard time sleeping, and so last night I didn’t even try to put him down until 9pm. We’ll try for a bit earlier tonight, but I wouldn’t say that his behaviour has been any different yesterday after school/evening and today after school so far – than it normally is.

So far, the positives seem to be outnumbering the negatives…..I don’t think there really have been any negatives so far…..except for the mental and emotional stress, but I was feeling that before in regards to him and so basically the stress has just been been changed to a different matter surrounding the same situation.

So, basically we’re doing okay?!?! I think? I hope?

The First Day…….

This is such a head trip.

Have we done the right thing? Have we done the wrong thing? Is is going to be okay? Will there be negative side effects? Will this be the absolute best thing in the world with AMAZING results? Will the dose be too small? What will today be like at school? Should we have done this sooner? Should we have not done it at all?

So many questions, and for right now, there are no clear and comforting answers.

We picked up the prescrition of Ritalin for Jeremy last night, and even that set off a whole ton of questions and concerns for us. We had figured that we’d be picking up a bottle of 5mg pills and that we’d start off with one pill for a few days, and then re-evaluate if he needed a mid-day dose or if it needed to be upped to 10mg, and that we’d go from there.

The bottle we picked up had 20mg of the Slow Release formulation.

It was unexpected, and after the day that I’d had – it just about sent me over the edge.

It was such a bad day, and I’m not sure why. I felt so insecure, and every encounter with every person that I ran into just exacerbated that feeling of inadequacy and insecurity. it was like I was the stupidest, uninformed, person alive. I felt like a huge burden and an even bigger inconvenience, and I couldn’t seem to pull myself together enough to handle even the stupidest, most meaningless tasks.

I couldn’t call the Pharmacy to see if the pediatrician had called in the script for Jeremy. I couldn’t call the school to tell them that we were going to be picking Geli and Jer up 15 mintues early because they had a Chiropractic appt. I gave Geli my Chiro appt because I couldn’t handle going to another appt and letting the Dr down (he told me to lose 10lbs and to go to a cardio core boot camp). I dropped off a test of Jeremy’s at the Natuopath’s office, and after talking with the receptionist – left feeling stupider than dirt….over something that I have a fair amount of knowledge about.

It was just absolutely overwheling.

And then, to top it all off, I ate almost a whole bag of chips by myself after all the kids were down for the night….talk about stress eating. I haven’t been that down for a VERY LONG TIME.

I’m feeling a bit better today, but the desire to hide and not talk to anyone is still quite strong, and that leads me to believe that I’m still not doing all that great. It has honestly been so long since I felt like this, that the feeling is almost foreign to me.

I recognize that I used to feel like this ALL THE FREAKING TIME and I’m so thankful that I don’t feel like this anymore. I do think that this is just the stress of it all, and that I’ll be okay soon.

It’s very to hard to explain how I’m feeling because I don’t feel like I’m in a hole, or even that I’m close to “the HOLE” but it’s more like a cloud settled down around me, and I’m waiting for the fog to burn off.

Jon talked to the principal at Jeremy’s school, yesterday….he is probably our biggest advocate. I mean, the Learning Assistance Teacher is also a huge advocate of Jeremy’s, but the principal is just amazing. UTTERLY AMAZING!

He asked that we not mention to anyone that Jeremy is on the drug, and because he sees Jeremy everyday in his reading group and other times through out the day, he’ll be able to get a good feel for how this week goes, and then at the end of the week, he’s going to talk to Jer’s teacher and see if she’s noticed any change at all….as well as the LA guy.

I can’t say that there was anything life shattering in a scary or positive way this morning. He wasn’t a zombie, and he seemed like his happy, lovable self….Jon thinks that he was maybe a bit more focused….for example….

…..Jeremy decided to clean the TV Room because he didn’t want Josiah to get hurt by any of the stuff in there(video games and cords, etc.). Geli called him away in the middle of it to see something in the front room…he went looked and came right back to cleaning up the TV Room….rinse, lather, repeat…..it happened twice….that’s two opportunities for distraction, and he was able to stay focused. I think that he’s done that before, but it certainly is the exception, and not the norm…..

….so, are we seeing into things because we’re watching for them or is this for real….

I guess we’ll find out eventually, won’t we.

I’m really hoping that we don’t end up dealing with any of the funky side effects, and only get the good and positive effects. That’s not too much to hope or ask for, is it?

Have any of you dealt with any of this? Any advice or suggestions? Things to be watching for or looking out for? Positive feedback or otherwise?

So, you are more than welcome to come along for this wide roller coaster ride as we travel the Ritalin Highway.

I’m hoping the pit stops are few and far between.

Really, I got Nothing for Ya!

I’ve been knitting and crochetting like crazy, and as fun as that sounds, sometime it feels kind of pointless because seriously, what am I going to do with the stuff that I’ve made……who wants to buy little sweaters and stuff going into the summer.

I do have plans to maybe go and sell at aa craft fair in the fall/winter, but it does feel kind of pointless right now – this is aside from the fact, that I just like to do it.

I just posted an update from Momma about Chris over on the other blog, and please forgive the picture where it looks like he’s giving you “half a bird” – I wanted to put in a picture of him, and that was the most recent one that I have that looked even half decent….although that might e a bit of a stretch….just get lost in those blues.

J has an appt with Dr. Cathy today and the most exciting thing that I can tell you since the last time we went is that “sometimes” he sleeps better, and…….his teacher has mentioned that he’s not quite as fidgity as usual, but I had so hoped for a bigger or more drastic result of this last set of “stuff” that we’ve tried.

It looks like we are going to be giving the Ritalin a try, although I am just struggling so hard with it.

Although, I will admit that I’m just so tired of the randomness of everything and of HOW MUCH EFFORT we have to put in just to barely stay afloat, and honestly – it doesn’t really feel like we are even floating most days.

I’m not saying that we are giving up and just putting him on some drug to try and make things easier for us…..it’s one of the things that we are willing to try to see if it will help him. He got in a fight at school yesterday, and I question why we didn’t hear about it before today, but he was upset with kid B because he was picking on kid A, and inrrationally he chose to try and defend or right the wrong in a situation that had nothing to do with him and……he got in trouble….it’s that kind of randomness that gets him into trouble….good intentions, but bad choices….really, that wasa terrible, terrible example of some of the things that he does, but I’m not going to delete….only moving forward….

So, we’re going to talk to the Naturopath about where to go from here……and there’s a more than lilkely chance that we’ll be ordering up some Ritalin over the weekend……yikes!

I could cry….I’m okay, but it’s stressful…I won’t lie.

So, How’s your day going?

ps….I got a comment from Caroline last post, and I just wanted to say, that while I’m not blogging for the comments, it sure is nice to know that there is someone out there on the other side of my computer screen, and I appreciate hearing from you…so Thanks!

What a Weekend!

It feels like a million days ago since I last wrote, and yet it’s only been since Friday.

I guess that with the Long Weekend, that does make it a little longer than usual, but I think that the real issue is that we DID. SO. MUCH!

On Saturday we got up, and started to clean/clear out the garage. It’s kinda our “catchall” and eventually things become overwhelming and we “have” to deal with it. It’s terribly embarrassing for me when the big sliding garage door gets opened for Jon to take out the lawn mower or for the kids to get their bikes or the go cart and the garage is so full of crap – especially because in our neighborhood, the East Indians have spotless, eat off the floor garages, and so we are the oddity.

We ended up taking the broken metal framed bunk bed to the metal recycling place, and a WHOLE TON of newspapers and cardboard and other recycling to the Recycling Depot, we returned $27 dollars of cans and tetra packs to the Bottle Depot, and then we took an entire van load of actual garbage (including one broken dresser) to the Dump.

You know how there is always misplaced crap left over after you do a HUGE clean…well, a bunch of that “stuff” is still sitting in my front hall. I have to figure out what to do with it, and actually get it to it’s proper location.

We’ve set aside a bunch of stuff to garage sale, and I think that we are going to Garage sale for the morning, one Saturday, and then Freecycle anything left in the afternoon. I just want to get rid of it all.

I think that as a part of a more simpler life, I’m trying to pare down and get rid of junk and clutter and just have the things that we really need. It’s a mind shift, but I’m up for it….my kids on the other hand…..well, Jeremy is struggling a bit. We stopped off at Value Village yesterday to try and find some shorts for ‘Siah and some Capri’s for Geli. Jeremy desperatly wanted to buy some junky toys, and had a melt down when we wouldn’t let him spend his money on a bag of old McDonalds crap plastic toys.

Jon and I started talking and we are looking into finding him a set of “something” that he can buy a piece at a time and add to it…something like a wooden train set or a track or I dunno……like Lego, where you can buy smaller sets to build a whole. We just don’t want to be wasting money on junk, and we’re trying to teach our kids to not waste money on junk.

How do you teach your kids the importance of investing wisely in things (money, property, clothes, etc) as opposed to the instant gratification of the cheap and easy crap?

Anyway, so Saturday felt like a really long day, especially when you have a tiny baby who can’t get down and play n the middle of everything, but is too squirmy to hold, and besides it hard to accomplish too much while holing him….by Saturday night I had such a sore shoulder and arm. Not Fun!

Sunday was busy, and Jon went down to the States in the Evening, and so i went over to my mom’s place with the kids. As fun as that is, and as nice as it is to have other adults around to talk to and to hlep out, it’s still stressful when you feel like you are on edge about what your kids might get into and what they might do….it’s a trade off, but Mom kept the girls overnight, and so it was only me and the boys that headed home, and both of them were asleep by the time I made it home.

Monday morning, Jon and I and the boys went for breakfast, and then headed out to Langley to pickup the girls. We then hit the Value Village, and by the time we made it home, we had just enough time to run some kids through the bath, and to make a quick dinner and ship everyone off to bed.

It felt like a Sunday night, but it was a Monday which was so weird. Watched a little Bones and House, and then when we should have gone to bed around 10pm, Jon and I chatted until 11pm. It’s good to talk, but I knew that we’d be tired in the morning…especially with how Josiah’s been waking up just about every night somewhere between 12 and 3pm.

Last night ust have been a special night, because the little angel didn’t wake up until 4:30am – which in my estimation is an AWESOME time because it’s still early enough that he would do right back to sleep while I nurse him, and it’s not close enough to the time when I have to get up. BUT……But…well, let me skip around a bit….Jon took ‘Siah back to his crib around 5am, and then we settled back down to sleep.

At 6am or somewhere around there, it sounded like the house next door to us was bombed, or else that a plane had crashed in our cul de sac or that Abbotsford was being bombed…..there was the HUGEST crash of THUNDER and it went on and on and on and on and it sounded so loud and close and it was so startling.

It ended up just being a thunder shower and the rain poured and the thunder rolled…its sounding a bit like a Garth Brooks song right now, but it was amazing to listen to…it woke Xandra up though and she came into our room just a little nervous. It was pretty cool though.

So, that ended off our weekend and started this new week off with a BANG….literally.

Now, I’ve got to tidy the house. It’s not that bad, but it’s the first day the kids are back at school after the weekend and there are lots of little things to do, so I’d better get off here and get busy.

Water Rats

We went into White Rock on Wednesday to see some friends of ours, and to have fish ‘n chips and to visit down at the beach.

They have 4 girls, and we have 4 kids so between the two families that is…..YUP…..8 kids. Wow, we really took that whole “Be Fruitful and Multiply” thing to heart, eh?

Here, you can see 5 of the kids, and the baby’s head….the two older girls were sitting at their OWN table AWAY from the LITTLE KIDS!

We went to a cute little resaurant – Moby Dick’s – with, obviously, a whale/sea theme, and it was pretty cute, except that when we sat down, we were overwhelmed by the BRUTAL stench of the toilets. Now, I don’t like to cause a scene, but I was willing to get up and leave even though we were already seated and ordering drinks because IT. WAS. SO. BAD!

We did end up asking if we could go out to the patio and when we got out there – the patio was just basicallly big enough for the 12 of us, and so it was awesome private dining.

The food was delicious – going down – but after about half an hour felt like CRAP in my stomach. We don’t eat a lot of fried food, and so this is a BRUTAL amount of grease to subject out systems too. But, like I said…..DELICIOUS going down…

We sat around and ate and talked and ate and talked some more until they very blatently started hurying us along and Honestly, we had JUST finished our meal and it wasn’t like the inside of the restaurant was full, so I’m not sure what the deal was.

Regardless, it was so nice to sit and chat with our good friends. We’ve missed them tons. These are the type of friends that are “life-long friends” I’ve been friends with Lala for our ENTIRE lives, and we’ve known the men since we were 14/15/16 years old. We have the kind of friendship that we “just love”. If we’re close, then we get together. If we’re not so close, then we call or e-mail….or not! There is no pressure, there are no hurt feelings…and even if it’s been a while since we’ve talked, it always just falls right back into that comfortable talk about anything kinda space. No Judgements or pressure – just friendship, acceptance and love….it’s not very often – if ever – that you will find yoursaelf with friends like these, and I am so thankful and grateful to have you guys in our lives. You mean more to us than you could possibly know and so much more than I could ever explain in words.

After dinner we headed out to the beach, and even though it was a grey and overcast day, the kids were DESPERATE to play on the beach, and once down on the beach, the water was just too enticing, and so they had to wade, and well…..once they were in wading…..you just have to swim, and SWIM THEY DID.

We could hear them screaming and splashing around in the freezing cold ocean water, but they were just having so much fun together. I LOVE White Rock Beach because it jsut spreads on and on and on and on and the kids can go WAY out and you can still see them, and it’s shallow for them to be able to play in, and SOOOOO SANDY!

They have a few more days down here on the Coast, and then they are headed back up North, and I’ll miss them, BUT….I’ll see them soon, and it will be as if we were never apart.

Workin’ Out the Kinks

So, I have a new look (I hope you’ve all figured this out by now) and while things look okay, there are still a few things that we’ve not completely worked out.

My sister mentioned my links, and while I mentioned to Jon to put them up there at the top along with the “Home”, “Chris”, “Daily Grind” and “Photos” thingy’s he obviously forgot. Along with the fact that I asked him to put them in proper alphabetical order, because when you’re having an OCD moment……correct alphabetical order is very VERY important.

And while I’m still able to function, there is a small part of my brain that is screaming at me that those words are not in the correct order and it’s stressing me out. Then there’s the rest of my brain that is screaming back at that tiny OCD part and saying “Shut the crap up, you don’t control us” and so I’m trying to just ignore it all, but all that screaming back and forth makes it a little difficult at times. See, the biggest problemm is that Jon is busy doing paying web design work, and while wifely payouts are always apreciated – they don’t put food on the table or pay the bills (and this could be taken in a whole ‘nuther direction, but we won’t go there). I could probably figure it out myself….but I’ve resisted learning how to do this kind of stuff.

Which is stupid, but it is what it is.

So, bear with me as we work out all the little glitches and get everything back in order, and working the way it should.

Missing Children

Okay, so this title is a bit more serious than my usualy drivel….but in actuality, it’s not.

I was tidying up today and ‘Siah and I were in his room. He was playing on the floor with his toys and I was folding clothes and putting them away, and clearing out small clothes and other stuff like that.

I ran downstairs, for a second, to flip the laundry over and when I came back upstairs and into Josiah’s room – it was empty!

Empty Room

He’s been motoring along for a while now and getting really fast with his little army crawl, and I wondered if he’d managed to make it down the hallway towards the kids room.

I gave the room one last glance, and nope….he really wasn’t in there.

Still No Baby

I ran out into the rest of the house and, nope….not down the hall way, not in the TV room, not in the kitchen or the front room, and one panicky moment when I prayed that he wasn’t in the bathroom fishing in the toilet….but nope! He wasn’t there, either…

I had no clue as to where he was.

I went back into his room and heard some little noises, but still could not see anything….and then….

One Little Hand

The little stinker had crawled under his crib and because of the long bedskirt, I couldn’t see him. The kids play with him under the crib ALL THE TIME and it drives me nuts, and I’m always nagging at them to GET. OUT. FROM. UNDER. THE. FREAKING. CRIB, and to stop pulling the baby under there with them.

He poked his head out….

Peek

And grinned at me…….

So Proud of Himself

He looked so proud of himself…it was so cute, and after he crawled out and towards me, I wished I’d had my camera on me, and the little bugger was so considerate and turned around and headed right back under the bed and so I ran to grab my camera and that’s how I was able to get all these pictures….just in case you were wondering if I’ve had my camera surgically attached to my arm or if I’m dorky enough to just carry the sucker around my neck 24/7….the answer is no. ‘Siah just went to play hide ‘n seek again, and I was ble to catch it second time around…helpful little bugger.

Remembering…..

So, it’s Mother’s Day, eh?

It’s such a tough day for so many; for some it’s just another day, and for others, it is truly a day to celebrate.

I fall into all three of those categories – How about you?

This morning got off to a bit of a rough start. Jon was tired and a bit of a bag as he ever-so-slowly woke up, and was not happy to be awake. This is something I struggle with…my issue, not his….he doesn’t think through and process his emotions very well when he’s tired…there is no sense of social niceties, and often times it really rubs me the wrong way, because I do try to watch what I say and how I say it even when I’m tired, and so……well…lets just leave this one at that….He grouched at me this morning.

Then, in my efforts to try and find something that didn’t make me feel frumpy and fat – stupid Joe clothes – I tried on a vintage dress that I thought was fairly cute, and Jon told me that I looked fat and that it was ugly….now to be fair to him, he didn’t say those words exactly, but that was the gist of what he was politely saying…see he was more awake at this point.

So, I tried on all the rest of the clothes in my closet and drawers and settled on a nasty “blah” outfit.

Then we were on our way for the day…..the rest of the morning was okay, I guess. See, we’ve not done a ton in the past few years just because we’ve not had the extra finances to splurge for things like Mother’s Day or Father’s Day or Birthdays or Anniversary’s…the special days. We might have a meal after the kids go to bed or something like that, but we’ve not made a big deal out of the “special” days. So, this year really wasn’t any different from the past few except that we went and took Jon’s mom out for lunch…tis also meant that we were taking me out for lunch as well…YAH!

Now, I’ve been thinking a lot lately about all the babies I lost. 4 of them….it started with Nathaniel (Jan 05) and then Jesse (July 05) – who Jeremy lovingly named TANK, which always cracks me up because I imagine one tough little rugged, solid, chubby girl whenever I think of that – the there was Julia (March 06) – she was my tiniest little girl, we actually got to see her, and that helped and hurt all at the same time….I was coping so well with the loss (not really, I was just shutting down and ignoring everything) until circumstances actually allowed us to see her – they are so tiny at 12 weeks along, but look just perfect. The last baby, I named Joshua (Aug 06).

In December of 2006 we found out that we were expecting again, and while so excited – I really wasn’t certain if I’d be able to actually hold and cuddle a live baby. This Mother’s Day is the first one since Jan 2005 that I haven’t absolutely dreaded the day. It felt so disrespectful to my living children to be so sad on Mother’s Day, and yet it felt so disrespectful to be happy on Mother’s Day, and really, I had no idea if I would ever get another chance to be a mother to a brand new baby. Those were a very tough couple of years.

It’s still difficult.

But today, I also though of my Dad. His mom died of cancer in July 2001. He and my mom went and celebrated Mother’s Day with her mom……that must be hard. It’s nice to remember all the good times, but still hard when your mom is not around anymore and there is a whole day dedicated to Mom’s and your’s is no longer around.

I also thought of those people who don’t know who their real mother’s are or who have a strained relationship with their mother or who (hopefully) have mother figures in their lives……

I do hope that all of you had a Mother’s Day full of memories…and whether they are good or bad….you’re here and that means that someone brought you into this world and hopefully you are thankful to be here.

I know that I’m thankful. I love you, Momma!

I’m thankful for my Mom’s. I’m thankful for my children. I’m thankful for those ladies who have poured love and wisdom into me. I’m thankful for my Grandmothers.

Today I remember and I’m thankful.

Just a Trim

So, this was Jon this morning. Sexy, isn’t he? Ha Ha Ha – I tried to cut off the chest rug so that you all wouldn’t be mesmerized by it. Wouldn’t want anyone having lustful thoughts from anything on my website, now, would I? Hee Hee!

He’s been after me for a while to trim his hair and well…it just hasn’t happened yet. Between his working from 9am to 11pm for the past 3 weeks….and our 4 little darlings who require aboslutely no effort at all, you’d think we’d have TONS of time to just lay around and do whatever we fancy eh? Yah Right!

Jon has THE MOST AMAZING HAIR EVER. If he does it! It has the perfect amount of wave and curl and for someone who has freaky staright hair….I often find myself jealous of his hair. Now, if he doesn’t do anything to it – it ends up looking HUGE….like bigger than HUGE, and poofy and fluffy and just general all over nasty.

This is a FABULOUS side view of…..

“THE MANE”.

Brutal, eh?

See what I mean about the largness, and……..it’s gotten to the point that all he does is put it in a ponytail or a bandanna, and while I love the long hair, the bandanna is not my favorite look, and a pony tail day after day after day gets to be a bit much, also.

We are going in to see Jon’s Mom tomorrow and because I don’t want to be embarrassed by “THE MANE” and the 4 inch roots that were showing up so badly against the dead, split end, bleached white tips love him so darn much I thought that today would be a great day to hack have at it.

And, because he’s such a good sport he let me take those pictures for you all to gawk at his see his “HAWTNESS”. It’s either that or else he’s given up on any hope of privacy in our family because I pretty let it all hang loose for you all….you know…unless I’m being all cryptic…..which I ALMOST NEVER DO!

So, I started hacking, and I hacked and I hacked and I hacked and I hacked. Before long it looked like we had a rodent massacre all over our kitchen floor.

The dude seriously has a freakload of hair. This is the “before it’s actually done” shot. Can you see the difference? I shoulda taken a picture of the floor. You woulda been AMAZED at HOW. MUCH. HAIR. I actually cut off. Truley, truley unbelievable!

 
 
And this….this right here…..this is the MONEY shot.

If you compare the before and after side views, you can see just how much of a differece the hair cut actually made. I’m not 100% sold on my hair cut…there are some times that I cut his hair that I LOVE what I’ve done, and other’s…not so much! This seems to be one of those “not so much” times. Not that there’s really anythig wrong with the hair cut, but “something” and I’m not sure what it is is just not “clicking” for me. I’m also still deciding if I’m gonna streak it with blond streaks or if we’re just going to leave it. See, when we cut off all the ends, then you don’t notice the roots so much because now you can’t see the major difference between the white tips and the brown roots…now it’s just more of a darker halo…’cause he’s just a dark angel.

Alright, there are enough CAPS and “quotes” in the post to hurt someone and so I’m just gonna stop!

“THE END!”

Lovin’ Us Some Country Music

We had a HUGE discussion with some friends of ours….one of whom believes that country music is absolutey wrong…..which of course sparked a HUGE backlash from those of us who believe that country music is as vital to living as breathing is.

In an effort to teach my children to grow up to be proper, well behaved members of society, we indoctrinate them with country music ALL. DAY. LONG……in fact my baby has the radio in his bedroom tuned to the local country music radio station – you know….like white noise…..only better.

We gotta raise these little rednecks properly, and to show you how good of a job we’re doing….

Here’s ‘Siah groovin’ to a little Rascal Flatts.