We finally took Brinky to get his too-long hair cut again this weekend. He was pretty good the first time. He just basically sat there and took it. This time, not so much. But my mom was there with us and she pointed out that it seemed like the screaming kid getting his haircut nearby may have made Brinkley realize it was something to scream about. But he survived, and we wondered about how tough the Snip-Its hair cutting job must be, and then we went out to Golden Corral for a treat with my mom.
I think he looks kind of pretty in this picture, and a little bit like he’s wearing lipstick.
Later that afternoon we went to a graduation party for a friend. I kept a tired Brinky in the carrier because I still love it, even though he’s getting kind of big. And someone did in fact think he was a girl. I don’t really care about that though. What does bother me is the fact that Jenny somehow looks taller than me in the pictures that were shared after the party.
Maybe it’s because she’s skinnier than me? Because Brinky’s weighing me down. Either way, she’s not actually taller than me. Yet.
That same girl made the mistake of leaving her milkshake on the table the next night. Jenny and Lee and I were in Lee’s office looking at some songs on iTunes and then remembered that Brinky was still downstairs wandering around. We went to see what he was up to and found this:
It was kind of a mess. Definitely required a bath, which was so annoying because I wasn’t planning to give him one right that minute, so I made Jenny help. We did stop him when he started trying to eat the styrofoam cup. What’s still cracking me up though? Is that Greta realized how I really should have captioned this picture on Instagram:
Greta sure is funny. Her #iPPP post today isn’t funny, but it’s definitely something that should be read. So go check it out and link up with Greta and Sarah:
You probably haven’t noticed that I quit Project 365 because I was going such a terrible job of keeping up with it. So I decided to share a random assortment of phone pictures that I haven’t already posted on here from the last few weeks for today’s #iPPP post.
Reagan and her friend lounging backyard-pond-side a few weekends ago. I wouldn’t put my feet in that water, but they were fine with it.
Way back at the beginning of the school year, I had big plans (as usual) to be organized this year, including the use of this RE:Writes refrigerator white board for meal planning. Jenny instead uses it to share her current obsessions. Above: Can you tell she’s been re-reading Harry Potter? Below: And she watched The Princess Bride?
Brinky and Reagan being so sweet while he got ready for bedtime.
In bed, asleep with his ball. And his cat.
Reagan ready for tacky day at school. Just the thought of wearing a different shoe on each foot makes me uncomfortable.
Giant, long-haired, happy swinging boy.
I can’t remember if I’ve mentioned this on here before or not, but we’ve planted a tree in our yard for each of our kids when they were born. In the foreground, Brinky’s little tree finally showing signs of growth. In the background above the pond? Jenny’s giant tree.
Just relaxing. (And if you’re wondering, that’s Jenny’s leg behind him – he’s not quite as contorted as it looks like he might be.)
All caught up! And happy to be linking up with Greta and Sarah again after I missed last week.Read More
It’s that time of year again. Or at least, one of those times of year – unfortunately we’re not a family only affected by spring allergies. But these last few days have been rough. Poor little Brinky is experiencing the worst allergies he’s ever had – he’s so stuffed up and pitiful.
He’s still so cute when he’s all runny nose and runny eyes though, isn’t he?
Reagan’s allergies were worse than usual last week, and she actually ended up with a fever at the end of the week and stayed home, but she’s doing a bit better. Jenny had such a bad allergy attack this weekend that we let her stay home Monday because it was still at such a bad level and she hadn’t gotten any sleep.
Now? It’s my turn. My allergy attack started last night. I took Benadryl and slept for a bit and got up at 1:30. So did Brinky. So this is what our middle of the night looked like:
We got a little more sleep, but not much. I’m hoping it’s a quick attack.
How we’ve decided to handle our family’s allergies this time? Besides taking our Zyrtec or Claritin and Benadryl? We’re monitoring pollen.com (that I didn’t realize even existed) and we will be staying inside on high pollen days.
Not that we can’t look outside and see the layer of pollen on everything to determine it’s a high pollen day, but for the kids it’s nice to be able to show them the numbers and say they can’t go outside on red days. It’s tough because they all want to spend time outside enjoying the warmer weather, but we need to wait a few more days!
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I’m sorry if you get that song in your head now. It’s just what kept coming to mind when I realized that once again, I managed to forget my blog for a week or so. I really do enjoy hanging out here at my blog, but every once in a while, real life just gets way too busy and overwhelming and I basically completely forget it. That’s what’s happened the last week or so. Perhaps if I were a planner I would have scheduled posts ready and it wouldn’t be noticeable. But I’m not. I’m a huge procrastinator. Anyway, here are a few pictures from the last week or so:
Reagan and I spent a lot of time tagging clothes for a consignment sale. I love that she has such neat writing she can help with that sort of thing. And I didn’t sell as much as I’d hoped. If you need some clothes, let me know. They’ll probably all be in a yard sale in a week or so.
Doesn’t this hotel room look inviting? I had to spend the night out of town for work last week for the project I’ve been working on (working on way too much). Too bad I was only in the room from 10:30 to 4:30 to enjoy it.
This is Jenny’s morning look. All dressed and ready to go, reading until it’s time to leave for school.
Brinky, Reagan and I went to a kids museum with our neighbors. He didn’t understand what was wrong with these fruits and vegetables. And I know it’s pretty gross because he’s probably not the first kid to put his mouth on those plastic things.
Did you know Reagan wants to be a doctor in her dream future that she’s detailed for everyone? A pediatrician specifically? She really enjoyed the pretend hospital at the museum.
And last, but not least:
Hopefully jumping back in with #iPPP will get me back on track with blogging – you know I’m busy if I miss linking up with Greta and Sarah!Read More
Guess what? It’s spring break. What does that mean at our house? It means we’re having a party while our girls are gone to their grandparents’ house in Hilton Head. Brinky was a little sad when they left without him, but he quickly settled into life where all attention is focused on him.
He can play on their bed. The nice clean bed because their daddy was so nice he cleaned their disaster of a room. He can watch his own shows on TV. Well, that’s not really different because he already did that. He can have his mommy all to himself.
Lee and I are having lots of fun after Brinky goes to bed, looking at silly things on the internet, doing tons of quizzes on Sporcle, and looking at bad movie choices on Netflix and not watching any of them. And sleeping in until 6:00 since we don’t have the middle school schedule to deal with. Maybe that doesn’t sound exciting to you, but it’s just right for us.
We do of course miss the girls (mostly) and talk to them every day. Jenny’s sent me a couple text updates including a video of the clothes she got when they went shopping today and a picture of her sister (I requested) because it’s been 6 months since Reagan got her ears pierced so she was officially allowed to wear what she calls hang-down earrings today.
They’re very excited to be having fun in Hilton Head. Apparently the big excitement is watching The Voice every night because they’ve never done that here in our no reality TV household.
And in case we forget where they are, Jenny left a note on the door to remind us (or Lee really since it’s addressed to him):
She really just modified the note she left up for days that said she was outside, but I still think it’s funny.
While the girls are having fun, I still haven’t felt ready to send Brinky off to Hilton Head yet. Maybe this summer. For a brief visit. He’s just not ready to be away from his mommy.
How old were your kids when you let them spend the night away from you for the first time?
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