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Mullets, Rat Tails and Skinny Ties (1st Haircut)
First this… first that… I mean realistically when your ten months old everything g you do is pretty much a first. Lately, I see Jax do something and say to myself when did he start doing that? But the first haircut, that’s something you remember. (Not just because it’s a first and it’s cute and you can save some hair clippings… But also because it’s so funny to watch him try to figure out what the hell is going on!)
I’ve said this before, but Jax looked like he was the 5th member of the Beatles before his haircut… Kid was an absolute mop head! we knew we had to get a haircut… (Or as my bald grandfather calls his haircuts: “a finders fee.) I was a little disappointed to learn his first haircut was at a fancy salon… It’s just so unmanly. But I digress.
So far this is going well… He sits on mommy’s lap like a champ… Enjoys the water spritsing his hair… Chews on a couple hair clips… First snips of hair fall to the ground and everything is great, right?
Wrong… Let it be known here first… Jackson does not want his mullet cut off… Not the mullet… Not now… Not never! We tried it all, stand up… Look out the window… Sing a song… Nothing would stop him from mourning the loss of his hairy rat tail.
It was time to send in the troops! Small Potatoes to the rescue. This was not our proudest moment as parents, but it got the job done.
Get this kid a tailored suit jacket and a skinny tie, because he’s now clean cut, single and ready to mingle.
First haircut= success.
It’s Log
Is it bad that every time I have to change this kids diaper and I find a turd I start singing the LOG song from Ren and Stimpy?!
What rolls down stairs
Alone or in pairs,
rolls over your neighbor’s dog?
What’s great for a snack
and fits on your back?
it’s log, log, log
it’s log, log
It’s big, it’s heavy, it’s wood.
it’s log, log
it’s better than bad, it’s good!
Everyone wants a log
You’re gonna love it, log
Come on and get your log
Everyone needs a log
log log log
It’s Getting Hot in Here: Oregon Trail Style
This isn’t one of those blog post where I’m looking for some kind of sympathy or an answer or anything… not that I usually do that anyway… but about two nights ago Steph and I got woken up by what sounded like a barking seal followed by an absurd amount of screaming. So either someone from Maritime Aquarium Center was up in the spare bedroom training for a new seal circus show or something was definitely wrong with Jackson.
It’s a little scary when you can’t get your little one to calm down knowing that the more excited he gets… the more worked up he gets… the worse he sounds. I get the whole ignore him when he’s crying in his crib for a little bit and let him put himself to sleep but this was definitely different. There was something that wasn’t right. I’ve never heard a cough like this before in my life. I know I’ve heard of different types of coughs such is the “whopping cough”… but all I remember about that is people dying from it on the Oregon Trail computer game. I also remember hearing something about “croup”… which definitely sounds more like a southern HipHop dance style that a cough.
So of course with me not being able to calm him down mommy comes into the room in a panic and all of a sudden everything that we’ve learned or dealt with over the past 10 months flies out the window. It’s like we completely forgot to be parents. So of course we take the contacting the mommy and daddy Facebook friends to get some advice. We also turned the 24 hour advice nurse at our pediatrician.
Doesn’t matter who or where it came from… It was the same result… steam up the bathroom and sit in there with them for 20 minutes. Which doesn’t seem like a big deal or a lot of work until you realize that the shower head is being replaced in my bathroom. And I had just finished regrouting Stephanie’s bathroom shower tile.
The decision was made and a second regrout and will be necessary. So there we are two grown adults and a 10-month-old sitting inside of the sauna. I mean literally got to the point where sweat was dripping off of my face and I wound up having to take off my shirt and socks. Time felt like it was moving in slow-motion. I think we need made it to 18 minutes before Steph and I were about to pass out. Jax came out of the steam room with a bright red face, disheveled hair and the same sounding cough!
Fast forward five hours through intermittent coughing, a panicky mom and two restless dogs and you have the rest of my night! In the morning the doctor confirmed that Jax has “croup.” Really? Wow… total surprise!
We now have a ten month old on Prednisone… Prednisone… STEROIDS! Kid will be playing third base for the Yankees and a home run champion in no time!
I swear Mr. Selig, I didn’t know they were steroids. Someone gave them to me; thought they were dietary supplements!
This blog entry has been featured on Honustmum.com as a Brilliant Blog Post.
Sharing is Caring
One for me… One for you. #SharingIsCaring #Brothers #PancakesForDays #VacuumDog #Hoover
And so it begins. The intrigue of feeding the dogs from the high chair is in abundance with this one.
Tigers Say “Roar!”
So things are getting a little hairy around here (no pun intended).
This kid needs a haircut so bad he could put on a skinny tie and look like a guy from One Direction. The other day someone asked if we were going for The Beatles look. Haircut appointment made.
The crawling situation has made things exponentially more difficult as he move from place to place with a reclass abandon that would make Rick Grimes nervous! (A Walking Dead reference in a baby blog… Good for business or not!??!). Either way, you can’t turn around for two seconds because he winds up elbow deep in the dog’s water bowl. This house is gated up more securely than Alexandria! (Second Walking Dead reference in a baby blog… That’s pushing it I think!)
The little man is starting to talk up a storm. Without a doubt taking after his father. (Superlatives in his future? Most Talkative? Loudest?). Everyone is anxiously awaiting that first word. My money is on Dada. Brea tends to agree:
Vic is going with the Ying Yang Twins “Ya ya, ya ya ya!”
Don’t forget… You need a mortgage to have a house, even a fake one you’re singing about in music class.
… And to top it off as we practice our letters and sounds, I ask what sound does /T/ make… like in “TIGER”… mom’s quick response: “ROAAARRRRR”
Let that one sink in for bit…
Dr. Seuss Day
Where else can you go to work and see people treat your son like the Beatles the first time they came to America to perform.
Dr. Seuss/Read Across America Day is always a great day to be an educator. Kids reading, books being passed out and everyone dressed in Red, white and black. But add in that the little man dressed up and came to visit makes ever that much greater.
Every person I talked to throughout the day said the same thing: “He’s such a happy baby!” And you know what? He really is! … Especially when he got to meet the Cat in the Hat.
Humble Beginnings
I’m not sure when my little man is going to read this blog. I’m not sure if he’s ever going to read this blog (he better read it; I’ve spent half of the past ten-plus months writing it)…
But if he ever does read it he’s going to get an inflated ego… Not like his dad or anything… Because I’m the most humble person you’ll ever meet. But I digress…
The point of this blog tonight was to show off how unbelievably, ridiculously, amazingly cute this kid is.
Therefore, I present exhibits A-D
A Christmas Story in our Front Yard
Poor little guy! #ChristmasStory #Randy #ICantPutMyArmsDown #DaddysGonnaKillRalphy
Christmas Story is still the most overexposed yet underrated movie of all time. Just a straight up holiday tradition in our family. Christmas Eve = A Christmas Story marathon.
I’ve heard people talk about how it’s so overexposed and overplayed that it has lost it’s shine. Yes Turner Television owns the rights to this movie and basically plays it from Thanksgiving to Christmas on repeat and yes it’s one of the most quoted movies of all time. But to hear people say they don’t enjoy it anymore… Well fine… Don’t watch it; that means more Bumpus Hounds for me!
The thing is if you watch the film for nostalgia, it’s great. If you watch it as a family tradition, it’s perfect. But if you’re like me then you watch it for the supporting cast who make the movie what it is.
The Old Man…. Just an angry dad. He’s pissed at work, he’s pissed at the furnace and has one of the greatest quotes of all time: “Frah-GEE-lee … must be Italian.” (He’s also a Packers fan and calls the Bears the Chipmunks of Chicago!)
Mom… Mom is just that mom. The quintessential loving and overprotecting mom. Ralph’s swears… She makes him eat soap, but feels so guilty she tastes it too. Ralphy gets into a fight and she hides the truth from the old man. Through and through this mom is creating some good old fashioned Momma’s boys! Her reaction to The Old Man every time he says something stupid reminds me if how Steph looks at me when I try to tell her I know how to fix something.
Randy… Poor kid. Left behind, left out and overlooked, but leaves us with such memorable scenes as the one above, the “show me how piggies eat”, and his amazing reaction to his brother in a pink bunny suit. (Who hasn’t laughed at their siblings misery before?).
Honorable Mention: Flick…
Set off the TRIPLE-DOG-DARE craze and possibly Influenced an entire generation of people who were scared to death of getting stuck to anything frozen!
Sorry Sons: Chronicles of a New Dad 