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    The first hair-cut

    November 30th, 2012

    S2 got his first haircut this Sunday. It was time. While cute, the kid was sporting a mullet, and the only saving grace was that his back had curls.
    G had his first haircut when he was a little older than one. S2 has managed, though exceptionally slow hair growth and reverse-male-pattern baldness, to eek it out until 2. But it was time.

    We went to the little place we love, Lil Couture in San Mateo. The main owner is awesome, and has always done well by G’s hair. We asked for her specifically: a double booking back to back. We asked G to go first. This had me with some trepidation to be sure, because G can be so unpredictable at appointments these days. But S asked him to go first so he can show S2 what to do and how still to sit. And he did great! He was watching Cars on his little screen, and did awesome. I also welcomed his cut because his hair was starting to get into his eyes, and he therefore decided to take it upon himself and give himself hair-cuts. Sadly, the shorter cut is definitely illuminating his own uneven cut creations, but I guess now we’ve given him less incentive to try on his own.

    S2 also did great. He was subjected to the credits of Cars, since the movie ended, but still sat patiently for C who was extra fast and good with him. He even sat for the clippers in the end too. G has never had clippers!

    Haircuts are always a strange event for me. Both boys feel like they age 3 years right after a cut. It makes me miss them as babies. I also go through a period of estrangement, where I look at them, and I know they’re MY kids, but they look so different, I have a hard time getting over it. I’m not saying I’ll eat my young or anything, just that once in a while, for a split second, they look alien to me.

    They were both rewarded with lolli-pops upon completion. S2 took 2 hours to go through his. I dare not ask what germs and bacteria attached itself to it by the time he was through.

    Now… onto the pictures:

    Playing while we wait


    Bye bye curls and mullet!

    Getting some inspiration for a new Do

    Watching big bro






    Easy peasy! We can do this!

    S2’s turn

    The apron

    The mist

    Snip, snip!






    He even got a buzzer bee

    Lolli rewards



    Mommy’s memento

    After hair-cuts, we promised G that we’d go out for lunch where he can get a pu-pu platter. Potty jokes are big with him, but spelling isn’t, and he’s been asking for it for awhile. We figured if he was good, we’ll do it. I genuinely have no idea what he’s expecting to be served. I don’t think I want to know. I just know, though, that when he gets his sampling of small appetizers he’ll be sorely disappointed. Yep, I’m still using future tense here, because as much as S and I tried, we weren’t able to find a place, locally, that had them. We looked online, and thought we had found a restaurant with pu-pu on the menu. We went there and got seated for lunch. Looked at the menu. Nothing of the sort. So we walked out. So many restaurants don’t update their online menus and it makes me mad. In this situation it was a complete menu over-haul too. G asked for roasted chicken nuggets. We ended up at KFC. Sigh! The hunt continues.


    The FIRST homework assignment

    November 30th, 2012

    While in the pre-k class, G’s program participates in a Virtual Pre-K program. There are packets we can check out and activities to do at home. There are several activities that all kids are asked to do. It’s not brain science: just needs to get done.

    The first was a family tree. It was assigned in the beginning of the month, and when I read it I saw the deadline for the end of November, so I put it aside, planning on working on it around Thanksgiving, when we’re home for a bit, and my schedule somewhat calms down. In my mind, I swear I thought it was due 11/29 (or something). Well, in cleaning up my pile of to-do papers, I came across it again and 11/26 was in big, numbers. It was now 11/24. Damn! 2 days to go, and I needed to psych G up for it.
    I told him what we needed to do, and I gave him a choice: he can draw pictures of the people in his family, or I can print pictures out. He said he wanted to draw. Good news for me – no need to hunt down pics of everyone. You’d think that with as many pictures as I take I’d have an easy time finding good ones of everyone? Not so much – I have lots of pics, just not pics that will help this assignment out.

    Saturday blew by, Sunday came, and the thing was due on Monday. Now G changes his mind and wants me to print photos and not draw anymore. Crap! Ok – photos found, time to print, and then I realize how much our printer sucks. I don’t have time to send things to Costco, and come to terms that at-home printed photos will have to do and a bunch of 4yr olds don’t care about the quality of images, and loss of color gradation as much as I do. I cut them up, and handed them to G to position them in a way he wanted. The tree didn’t really have to be a tree – it could be a collage, but I seriously had to sit on my hands and let him do the assignment when he was randomly assembling people and groups with little care for which brand on the tree they swung on. But, it’s his assignment, and a first of many, so I had to let him. I then asked him who everyone was, and wrote their names on a spot of the page he told me to. Thankfully at least the names were associated with the photo  I asked him if there was anything he wanted to say about anyone, and the only thing he brought up was cousin J’s nick-name from last week-end “Dirtywater”. Don’t ask me why – it was cracking G up to call J that all week. No one else got a cute nick-name, and I really didn’t want to press it, less someone ended up as “Poop-head”. Yeah, I wouldn’t put that past him right now.

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    Finally assignment is done. I put it aside for the glue to dry from prying and dirty little fingers. And of course, the next day, I forget to take it. I had to go back home and make a second drive to school to drop it off.

    Total mommy fail here. I taught my child to 1) procrastinate; 2) ignore deliverables; 3) accept lower-quality product. I mean, it was fulfilled, and delivered within the requested timeline, but damn, I gotta do better next time. I’ll hang my head in shame now.