More Haircut Adventures

I piled all the kids in the van yesterday and we headed to the "Kid Hair Salon." S wanted her hair cut short. She always does. I always talk her out of it. After her hair was washed, they told us they were going to measure her hair to see if it was long enough for "Locks of Love." She's always wanted to do this, but it's never been long enough. So, what could I say when they said it was long enough? She happily cut off the required ten inches. I guess the hair combing battles are over for a while. And it's fun to know that someone will get her hair.


The boys. Their hair always grows so quickly. R is usually sporting a wicked tail in the back (unintentionally, of course). He decided on "red spiky hair." The salon adds fun things as a part of the haircut, so he got it. Notice the red drips all over his face? He got caught in a rain storm after going to a baseball game with his dad. Also, notice how his hair LOOKS COMPLETELY CROOKED? He has CRAZY cowlicks. It always looks fine when he's sitting in the chair. Then when we get home he looks like Lloyd Christmas.


Don't get me started on Baby Lu's haircuts. He looks older every day and it makes me so sad.

Answer Me This

We're walking down the street. We're in the city heading toward this yummy (though hole-in-the-wall) burger joint. As we approach, we (well, I guess mostly I) witness a homeless man losing his lunch in the garbage can outside the restaurant. Now I ask you, COULD YOU EAT THERE? My answer is NOOOOOO! My husband was quite disappointed. He tried to argue that the man probably didn't eat in the restaurant. I don't care if the guy ate there or not. That is inconsequential to me. Puke equals LOSS OF APPETITE in my world. Am I alone here?

Under the Gun

It is July 23. My 34th birthday is in roughly 60 days. As you may remember, I set some goals for my double 3 year. You can note my updated progress on the sidebar. Since my goal was to accomplish 33 of each item on the list, I will be a reading, movie watching, thank you note writing, new thing trying fool. I will not fail!!!

Travelling With Children

Travelling with Children. The word "adventure" comes to mind. They love seeing everything new (until bedtime). They love running (away from us). They love trying new things (and breaking them). It's one giant adventure.

We had the opportunity of visiting a place that we frequented prior to having any offspring. Now that we have three bundles of joy, the experience was quite altered. IN EVERY WAY. We didn't feel the usual calm, memory lane thing. We felt like crazy, zoo exhibits.

Favorite moments of the trip: swimming, boating, milk shakes (boy, do we miss those in this part of the country), Minnetonka Cave, seeing cousins, Temple Square, Oquirrh Mountain Temple open house, laughing (and we did LOTS of that)!Baby Lu's favorite part of the trip was having his very own can of sugary goodness. Notice the huge puddle on his shirt. He didn't want ANY help! Not pretty, but noted for posterity.

Here's the Scoop

Here's some summer tidbits!

1. Someone put in a great offer on our house last week. Yahoo!

2. That same someone backed out of the sale yesterday. Blech! I, being the horrid person that I am, hope they find themselves living on an ancient Indian burial ground.

3. I continue to clean my already clean house on a daily basis.

4. We had a super fun Independence Day. The highlight was the "ice fight" after ice blocking. I had lots of ice down my pants.

5. We had our first annual "Ice Cream for Dinner" over the weekend. We went to a yummy ice cream shop in the city. It was hysterical. S couldn't finish her ice cream and was somewhat upset about it. R finished his immediately and wanted, in his words, "another GIANT SUPER HUGE ice cream cone." Baby Lu (aka the SLOWEST EATER ON PLANET EARTH) could have sat there for hours. I was chuckling to myself the whole time because that is a summary of each of their personalities.

6. We will soon be making the official "trek west" (made annually by many of our "people").

Oh, No!

Just for fun I went to the park to take pictures again. This time two of our fave babysitters came with me. We marched hither and thither looking for fun spots to snap some shots. They were jolly good sports. Unfortunately, I gave no thought to POISON IVY. One of them came down with a terrible case. I feel AWFUL! Hopefully she'll think the pics are worth it!!!

Ode to Fathers Everywhere

Father's Day...

When this time of year comes around, panic sets in. For years, I have never known what to get my dad (for any holiday, really). He has everything. Anything he doesn't have, he will buy for himself the day before the holiday. I have given some admittedly awful gifts. This year I think I've got it though. (I say that every year). My sister and I decided to take pictures of the kids!

This little adventure was very funny. I think we ironed forty pieces of clothing (each)! There was a lot of shopping for the clothes, wiping faces, combing hair, rewiping faces, etc. And that was before we even got there.

We decided to go to a nearby park. As soon as we got out of the car, the chaos began. I immediately offered ice cream to any "obediant" souls. No one responded in the appropriate manner, so that's when the YELLING began. I'll admit that any passersby might have been slightly concerned about the treatment of these children. There were some slivers (we insisted they be barefoot) and some tears (the sun was in their eyes even though it was very cloudy) and some running away (they're fast). We ended up with some very funny outtakes. I'll post those another time.

This picture is one of my favories.


My children could not be gathered at the same time. I kind of like the outcome though.

There was lots of attitude to go around!