No dresses, not cute mary janes, and now this!

With no girls, there are a few things I cling to with my boys that help me cope with the testosterone overload. The boys' locks of curly hair are something I love about them. When G decided to buzz his head last summer because his hair kept getting tangled in his goggles, I agreed (thinking his hair would grow back and the locks would return). His hair has not grown back yet, 10 months later! S has been hassling me to buzz his locks since G did. I refused. But the last couple of mornings he has thrown the fit of a teenage girl! Here are some direct quotes, coupled with tears and his hands ruffling and tossing his hair in frustration:

"My hair is too curly and it looks funny."

"Kids are going to laugh at my hair."

(had to include this pic because it highlights the huge scar he got Sunday morning as he jumped off the foozball table while I was in the shower)

"My hair looks like it has bulldog horns. I don't want to be a bulldog!"

"I can't make my hair look right!"

"My hair looks weird and I want it all cut off...like G's"
So, fine--give the child what he wants...but don't expect me not to cry about the loss of my little dutch boy! I did make him wait until school pictures were finished yesterday. (and please disregard my soaking crockpot in the background)

Three-oooh is the magic number (or is it?)

Yesterday we took S to the egg hunt/hayride at Buchinsky's house. (F was at RU and G at a bday party.) We have been doing this for years now, except usually we have a heap of eggs to cover all 3 boys. This year, we took our required 14 per child and they didn't even fill a basket.

Hanging out with just S reminded me of hanging out with little F. F was an only child for 5 years. It's eery how the day took me back to when we just had our little family of 3.

For so long we really thought we might only have 1 child (ok, Jack maybe didn't, but I sure did). As I think of how full and fantastic and loud and dirty and chaotic and laughable and marvelous our family is now, I am so grateful G and S could join us.

Did you also notice the mystery guest who joined us for the day?

A break from tradition

Every year after Stake Conference in Pembroke we have a picnic at Pandapas Pond. This year conference was broadcast from SLC so we watched it in our local building. We improvised though and had a picnic at Sunset Park. The pictures aren't as good because the boys changed out of their Sunday clothes, which I always like seeing them in, but they always hate being in. Either way, good times.

(had to at least put the one shot of me in there-even if it highlights my gray)

(the almost catastrophe in the wagon...)

We have a "dude" in the making!

Me: "Why are you wearing your hat like that?" (cocked and over one eye)

S: "Because."

Me: "Who taught you to wear it like that?"

S: "Me, because I just want to look cool."

Okay then.

Don't quote me on this-or do-because I am keeping names out of it

School Board elections are coming up and they are really important this year. Maybe more so for me, since it is directly linked to those little things we enjoy like eating and sleeping in a house and wearing clothes and driving cars and such. But it is important for you too, especially if you have children in Radford schools OR pay Radford city taxes. Issues and jobs and playgrounds and projects are on the line.

If you are local, PLEASE vote for good school board officers. It's not a democrat or republican thing. It's an "I-want-the-best-for-my-child-and-the-children-of-Radford" thing. If you have questions on some of the key issues, and what candidates are up to, PLEASE ask.

School policy says we can't put out signs, and I don't want to put my opinons on the blog, but you owe it to yourself and your children to 1) VOTE and 2) VOTE for the right people!