Mr.P eating

I'm a really good eater. See how clean my face is and I'm almost done! I don't like to waste a taste ;)

Sabrina's Sleep

It's amazing how kids can fall asleep any old way. In this picture, all of the other kids were in bed already and Sabrina wanted to stay up and color. Neither Jeremy nor I minded, partially because we were both studying and partially because it was just easier to let her stay up than coax her into bed. She kept talking to us about what she was coloring and which colors she was using. After a few minutes of silence, I looked up to find her asleep in this position. I guess she was sleepier than she thought. This is normally the case.

Haircuts

Yesterday evening, sometime after dinner, I told Camri to take a shower so that I could cut her hair. "Cut? Or trim?" she asked with an alarmed sound in her voice. We had talked about her needing a trim a few weeks ago. I told her it was just a trim. Vanessa hopped up and ran to the shower too and asked if I could give her a half-cut/half-trim. What the heck does that mean? I think she wanted a trim with maybe a little more than normal taken off. For anyone reading this, I don't actually know how to cut hair. I'm sure it's uneven when I'm done, but who's going to follow them around measuring? This isn't the first time I've cut their hair either. So anyway, I get done with Vanessa and it's Camri's turn. Okay, I'm not sure what took over me. I just couldn't help myself. All of that dead old hair was taunting me to give it a whack. So instead of cutting just a few inches, I cut about 5 or 6. Okay, more towards 6. Well, she also has Jeremy's hair which gets pretty wavy as it dries. So when it was all dry, I thought, uh-oh. Well honestly, one part of me was thinking uh-oh, while the other part was rubbing my hands together and laughing evily. Is "evily" a word? So we go to the bathroom and as I'm showing Vanessa a few different things she can do to her hair, Camri has a serious look on her face and pursed lips. "What's wrong Camri?" "Well, I just didn't want this much cut from my hair. I like it really long and now it's not. " So I told her to hold on while I was finishing Vanessa up and when I went to ask her if she wanted me to blow it dry, she had tears welling up. At this point, I'm feeling the guilt set in. Rats! So I blew it dry and straightened it for her. Ah, the power of the Chi! That did add some length, as anyone who's ever straightened their hair would know. Well, I got done with her and showed her a few different hairstyles that she could do with it and by the time I left the bathroom, she was flipping around bangs and checking herself out like she was on America's Next Top Model. Whew! Got myself out of that one. As she's leaving the bathroom she tells me that this is how most of the kids at school like her hair...down and straightened. Apparently a vote was taken. That's how she left for school this morning. When she walked through the door again, it was in a ponytail. Surprise!

Also, Jeremy picked her up from school early for an eye appointment. She is now the proud wearer of contacts. Yay! She's been waiting for these for a while. We figured that summer was a good time for her to get used to them and she is starting middle school in the fall. She looks great in them too. She has those big beautiful brown eyes and long long eyelashes that were never appreciated behind glasses. I hope she takes good care of them...

Beginnings

Well, I'm going to give this blog thing a try. There are so many times that we're sitting at dinner, or just lounging around the house or outside and I'm thinking how quickly our babies are growing and there are so many little moments and mispronounced words that we smile about and quickly forget. I've often thought about emailing letters here and there to people, but this way, I can go at my own pace and you can catch up when you have time.

Yesterday Payton, Sabrina and I took Bentley to the vet. He's had a loose stool problem since we came home from Austin back in January, although I told the vet it had been just a month or two (didn't want to sound too incompetent). So we had to wait for what seemed like an eternity in the waiting room where they have lots of open space and one play kitchen for the kids. Luckily the kids weren't acting too crazy because I was having some trouble holding Bentley on his leash while he acted like a bull in a china shop. He wanted to make friends with every dog (and cat) that came in, but not all of them were friendly back. Finally, they called us into another room where Bentley would be checked out. After he was weighed and listened to, they took a stool sample from him and told me it would be another 10-15 minutes. Are you kidding me? This time they took Bentley with them, but Payton and Sabrina were getting a little restless. I transformed myself into the vet and Payton quickly became a dog while Sabrina opted for a cat. I checked their ears, noses, eyes, etc. This was going fine until they realized that there was a dark area under the counter perfect for their home. Apparently I was outvoted on why we shouldn't crawl around on the floor while licking eachothers faces. When we left there, we could have made a pair of fuzzy slippers from all of the hair they picked up. As for Bentley, they couldn't find anything wrong, so I guess we just have to live with Mr. Chronic Diahrrea.