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Bring on the grey

...nothing enormously serious to post today, just some pictures and some thoughts/stories that I don't want to fade away as time passes...

This morning I woke up to a sunny day, feeling rested (which doesn't happen very often... the sunny day OR the feeling rested :) ). I decided that today needed to be haircut day-- very much overdue. I love when the boys' hair gets all long and shaggy. It smells like little boy, makes for some amazing bed-head, and feels so soft and sweet against my neck when I hug/rock them. However, I've let them get about as mop-topped as I usually do, and as the weather begins to warm up I felt today would be a good time for haircuts. Neither of them like haircuts, but we are freshly past the screaming-like-I'm-cutting-their-fingers-off stage! They have reduced their noises of discomfort to the occasional "allDONEmommy!!".

Henry's "before" picture

"after" ...he's still pouting because he didn't enjoy the experience
Jonathan's "before" --he is trying to wager his way out of his haircut :)

"after" Happy to be done!

They wanted to wear sunglasses like Momma! ...attention spans ran out before we could get a shot that included Henry's whole face :) This is as we were heading out the door to the park today.
I think another reason I put off haircuts is because with each one, they look noticeably older. The same was true today... After haircuts we rinsed in the tub, packed up some lunch and walked to the park. I watched them buddy-up in the overgrown grass, crawl into tiny spaces exploring, throw pinecones at stuff, play "racecar" along a trail that circles the park, aaaaand find a mud puddle to throw things into :) I'm SO GLAD they have eachother. Lately they've been fighting almost every waking second of each day (but still insist on being together every waking second as well :)), and I've been rather frustrated about it all...  It was really great to see them thoroughly enjoy eachothers' company out in the sunshine today. The combination of getting along and their big-boy haircuts made them suddenly look SO BIG to me... 



goofy boys :)



...poor guy :(


Friday was my dear husband's birthday! He needed to work part of the morning, so we zipped up our coats and went with him to the shop. The boys LOVE being there, and Josh loves having us close. These are some photos I took at the shop:
 

This is the latest "Henry" expression







Whew! That is one GOOD-lookin', HARD-workin' man!


Saturday we went out to Sandy for a chunk of the day, and spent some time at that park with the giant wooden play structure. Jonathan was particularly tickled with how HUGE it was :)






 As the day went on, Henry started to show signs of a fever, and by about 6:30 pm he was tuckered out. We let him to go to bed a little before 7, and put him in a pack-n-play in our room with the AC on. I anticipated him being up that night both because he had a fever and because he'd fallen asleep so early. Jonathan enjoyed having the end of the evening all to himself with us, but was quite lonely when I tucked him into his bed... he knew "brudder" wasn't there. We made his bed "all special", piling an extra cushion on top of his mattress, and tucking him in with ALL the animals we could find. It made me sad to see him lonely, but it was sweet to see him so used to the comfort of knowing his little brother sleeps right across the room from him. I'm so, so thankful that they have eachother.  ((it's only a matter of how many brown/grey hairs mom will have when they're grown! BRING ON THE GREY! :)  ))

P.S. Soon I will be sure to take (and upload...) some pictures of Ruby beginning to make her presence known! She's been growing inside for about 22 weeks now!

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  1. Love your thoughts on getting grey hair! I never really hear women looking forward to that. Love the pictures, too!

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