Haircut

My two year old is very difficult. She has been a crier and a screamer since day one.
She is the reason wine became a very good friend of mine (sorry mom!) My mom is now following my blog and isn’t a big fan of the statement “I need a glass of vino ASAP.”

My little bundle of joy hates getting dressed, getting her diaper changed, getting her hair washed, having her hair brushed, and most of all ….getting her hair cut.
The bloodcurdling screams and streaming tears down her face can make any hairdresser seriously reconsider her chosen occupation. So what is any level headed mom to do – do it herself!

Yes, today I simply could not take another day of looking at the ratty, knotty, It’s a Hard knock life looking hair so I decided to give it a little trim. Um, well the first snip, while she was running for cover, dictated that this was NOT going to be just a trim. Oh my goodness, I really took a lot off. Panic set in. She’s going to look like an utter freak! Everyone will be looking at my daughter as the one who has a psychotic mother … Scenes of Mommy Dearest running through my brain…..This has to be remedied.

I get out all the weapons – ice cream, lollipops, chocolate (my secret stash) anything to bribe this wild child to sit still so I can somewhat remedy this situation that could possible ruin her future in my town. What if the future coolest girl in fourth grade remembers this incident? People, I am totally kidding! I really don’t care about who’s who in the fourth grade!

I finally get little girl to sit still and try to get a somewhat even looking cut… OK, it’s not exactly terrible, but if she was older than two with this unfortunate looking bob, the girl would hate me forever.

As a side note to this story, she has completely enjoyed her afternoon. She put the music on, has been dancing her little heart out, flashing her dimples, and loving life. Gosh if we could all live this way, crappy haircut or not, just dancing and smiling and happy to have some pizza on a Friday night we would all be so much happier.

Blueberry Crumb Muffins

This one I will put under the page No Brainer.  When you are bored, frustrated, or just in dire need of a little comfort.

I woke up so relaxed today for some reason- floating in a zen like state through the routine of getting out of bed, coming downstairs to get breakfast ready and cleaning up from last night- yup- that’s something new.  I used to not be able to go to sleep unless the kitchen was spotless.   That was until the past year, when life at home with a spunky three year old and a wild one year old left me spent up like a broken wheel.   The little one has so much energy and zest for getting into creams, cleaners, and yes, even the occasional nail polish bottle (Even thinking about that incident makes me cry and remember my aching arms from four hours of blotting and rubbing, blotting and rubbling until the stain was a mere pink stain- ON MY NEW CREAM CARPET!)

I digress…the thing is the zen/relaxed thing is a bad thing for me.  Its like a warm blanket that makes me loopy and not on my game. I am more organized and on point when I am anxious and jittery. It really is unfortunate that I can’t be both.

 All of a sudden we had five minutes to leave for preschool, and I had no make up, didn’t brush my teeth, kids were a mess, etc… I’m sure you’ve all been there at one time or another( assuming anyone is reading this). 

We got out the door. I was super frazzled. I didn’t bring diapers or anything useful with me.  I stopped at Harmons- baby pooped- very smelly, she opened up nailpolishes (she’s really not a baby- she’s a toddler!) She had a meltdown when I said not to the random winter hat with ears on it that was completely heinous- it was just an off morning and I had wanted to get to the library to get some books but with the poop situation, I had to go home.

The only thing to do when things go awry and I feel a loss of control, is to lock the kids in their room and have a major tantrum.

Kidding. I bake.  I do have a play date tomorrow so now I’ll have something fresh and home made to put out. Always a nice touch.

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Yum. This is site I used for the recipe. http://allrecipes.com/recipe/to-die-for-blueberry-muffins/

Awesome Oatmeal Cookies Made by Tiny Hands of Love

Yesterday was absolutely freezing, actually beyond freezing, like 1 degree with a windchill of -18 degrees! They canceled her preschool for the day- I secretly rejoice when school is canceled- I love staying in my pajamas with no where to go…well, I love it as well as get a little anxious about it. The wheels start rolling in my brain- what are we going to do? This day has to be amazing with visions of forts and crafts, and litle girls cuddled under the covers while I read them a story !

Wham! Crash- My little just broke a plate, crying ensues , sigh…so much for my Cleaver dream – What was I thinking- this never happens! Its like a dream or a fantasy, one that I’ve seen before, one with rosy cheeked children coming in from the cold and enjoying delicious cups of hot chocolate! 

Well, perfect dream day or not, I decided to cookies with G.  I decided to deliver some to my cousin and her daughter who live in town and you know what- it felt great. G was so happy to help with the cookies and cousin said it was a nice surprise…so I decided to start

TOO KIND TUESDAYS. Every Tuesday, we will do something kind. Stay tuned.