Courtesy of Kung Fu Panda...

Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. But today is a gift...that's why it's called the present.

Some Like It...Long

Last week Caleb decided to try his hand at hair cutting. It didn't go over too well as you can see here.

Friday, I decided I'd had enough of the chop-out-of-Caleb's-forehead, and took him into the bathroom with the clippers. He ran, screamed, and cried and since I was alone, I wasn't able to get a picture. It looked somewhat better, but I'd never done that before, so it needed some fixin' up. Saturday night Ben cut Connor's too.

And this is them after.

Connor looks so different to us with short hair. To me, he looks more like a Leppert. Maybe it's because there is a picture of my dad about this age with a crew cut.

And Caleb...let's just say long hair suits him. Maybe it's the Leppert ears that stick out 17 inches that make him look a little goofy. Needless to say...he's not a fan of the cut. Maybe next time he'll think twice when he comes upon a pair of scissors. Maybe...

Oh, the Good 'Ol Days...

I grew up on a peach farm. When Chris and I were growing up, we worked in the peaches. Picking in summer, pruning in winter, thinning in spring, and fertilizing, disking, shredding, and spraying in between. Good times.

Not really.

We hated it.

We dreaded it.

We loathed it.

And now it's time for my kids to experience it. Actually when we were Caleb and Connor's ages, I'm sure we had a blast. I can't quite remember that early though. I do remember when we were a bit older, we'd take out our hot wheels cars and trucks and build cities and roads in the dirt. Complete with underground tunnels. Those were the good times. Then we got old enough to work.

Caleb really got into the whole pruning idea. Cutting off branches from the trees. Must've sounded cool, 'cause he asked to help.

Connor could've cared less about the whole thing. We pulled out a box of old Tonkas and he was set.

Every now and then, Caleb grew tired of the strenuous work.

Moving dead grass and dirt can be a serious business.

Goodbye Green Monster

At last.

The Green Monster has been de-throned. You were vintage...yes. But you were a nightmare to cook on.

Rest in peace...in storage at Shutter Warehouse.

That's right. I will make some money off of your avocado vintage-ness.

Hopefully.

Someday.

Bob...

Connor...how do I describe this middle child?

We're discussing goldfish crackers at lunch. Connor brings up the fact that his teacher at church has goldfish and he likes to eat them. He elaborates and brings up a few more interesting tidbits. I ask him, "Do you know your teacher's name?"

Connor replies, "No."

"Well, what do you call her?"

Pause. He's trying to make sense of the babble of words flowing through his head. "Bob."

HaHaHaHa!!!! *Caleb and Connor laughing voraciously here.*

Connor has been a funny child. He hardly spoke at all until just a few months ago. He'd say small words here and there but they were indiscernible. Sometimes he is still difficult to understand, but his vocabulary has increased exponentially. We love him even more now that we can communicate!

So I guess it's time for a haircut...

I've heard of this happening. I never thought it'd happen to my kids though.


Maybe I should be more careful about leaving my sewing scissors out. I thought I was a better mom than this...

The good thing is that Caleb is at least courteous enough to clean up after himself.


When I said I'd have to go vacuum again he said Nu-uh I threw it (the hair) in the trash.

Well that's just great!

Guess they'll be getting their first buzz cuts.