"The Men"

This is how Liam refers to himself and Matt when there is a heavy duty job to be done. Or a job that "The Girls" are smart enough to steer clear of. It's a honey-do list with a masculine spin! For example:

"The Men are taking out the garbage."

"The Men are changing lightbulbs."

"The Men are vaccuming the car."

"The Men are goin' to Home Depot."

Or, on this particularly wintry day: "The Men are hanging Christmas lights!"

But of course, men will be men, and that means a little sidetracking is bound to take place:

It's Liam's first-ever snowman!

"The Men" get back to work:
After I snapped this picture Liam told me "You can go back inside now, Mom. It's more warmer in there."

Point taken.

Words Every Mother Longs To Hear....

Today over lunch...

Sarah: "NoNoNoNoNoNoNoNo"

Liam: "I think Sarah's saying "No snow, no snow, no snow"

Me: "You don't think Sarah likes the snow?"

Liam: "No."

Me: "Why not?"

Liam: "She doesn't like to drive in it."

Me: "Ahhhh. Do you like to drive in it?"

Liam: "I don't mind drivin' in it. But I think it would be better in a motorcycle. I need to get one of those."

Imagine That

This past week Sarah has entered the realm of imaginative play. Suddenly a laundry basket is no longer just a means of transportation for our clothes. It is now a car, a crib and a bubble bath. (She's extra cute when she pretends to wash her belly!)
Here Sarah demonstrates the basket-as-bed:

Just Like Bubble Baths of Yore....

Sarah was the baldest little cue ball of a baby. By her first birthday she barely had peach fuzz on her head. By spring she had bangs and not much else! Even now, her natural 'do is bang heavy, but she had finally grown the softest, silkiest ringlets in the back. However, the front was growing at the same rate, and the shaggy dog look was getting to be a problem. (Ie, it was getting in the way of her vision!) But every time I thought of taking her for that milestone first haircut, my mom's voice played in my head (or sometimes out loud!): "Don't cut those curls! Once you do the baby is gone! Her hair will never be the same!" This is exactly how it played out with Liam, so I knew it was true. But alas, silky baby hair is only cute until the moment you realize your child looks like Cousin It. So today was the day....
Sarah waited a long time for all that hair and endured a lot of gentle teasing regarding her lack of locks, so she wasn't going under the scissors without a fight. And what a fight she gave! We arrived ahead of our appointment so she would feel comfortable around all that hair product....we talked up all the cool chairs (Thomas the Train, airplane, etc.), we brought Liam the expert hair cuttee for moral support, we brought lollipops as a last resort. But what really happened is we wrestled her little body into the Batman chair, Matt and I each restrained one of her wildly flinging arms while I tried to snap a few pictures for posterity with my free hand. The hairdresser contorted herself around Sarah's writhing little frame and managed to get the job done in 4 snips of her scissors.
Observe:

Check out the bulging veins in her neck! This girl is SERIOUSLY MAD!

Liam stood quietly to the side, holding Sarah's sucker and wondering if this stunt going to put her on Santa's naughty list:

And then it was over. Sarah got out of the chair, retrieved the lollipop she was so disgusted with just moments earlier, accepted her light-up wand "prize" and trotted all around the mall showing off her new 'do.



And then it was my turn to cry. Oh, come on. You knew I would. But look at her! They chopped off all those ringlets before I could say "STOP! Just a little off the back!" But it's done. She looks pretty cute...and at least I now have another card of laminated hair to add to my odd little collection. :)

Ghosts and Goblins are No Match for Flu

As you may have guessed from the frequency of blog posts here, Matt spent the last couple of weeks in China. Halloween has been a blinking orange blob on the calendar for two reasons:
1) Candy, Costumes and Trick-or-Treating. Liam has been busting to get out there this year!
2) Matt was due to arrive home on Halloween and be part of all the excitement!
And he is home, but it feels like a figment of our collective imagination. Because he is bedridden with the flu. Halloween is no match for that, so the show went on while poor Matt did battle with a vicious concoction of jet lag and virus. We're still waiting on the outcome.
In the meantime...these two trick-or-treaters conquered the neighborhood!
They RAN from door to door, roaring, baaa-ing, knocking, ringing, and even remember the occasional "thank-you". They LOVED it. They fed off each others' excitement, and then...

...they fed off each others' candy!


Sarah lasted much longer than I expected out there. She insisted on carrying (dragging) her own bag and holding a box of "shakers" (Smarties) in hand. When she started to get frustrated with the stairs (see below!) it was time for her to come home and help me hand out candy. Matt's Dad came to our rescue with handing out candy and took Liam for Round 2 of trick-or-treating after Sarah was done. A big Thank You to Papa from all of us!