Misc. and Sundry

We (Lukin and I) survived the haircut. It was traumatic because they set him on this chair and strapped him in and right away he got this terrified look on his face and started bawling. He lived because some lady came over and was blowing bubbles with this little toy and he was distracted enough by that so the lady could cut his hair. I couldn't believe it took all of 15 minutes. I should have short boy hair so my hair appointments take that little time.

Speaking of appointments, I am going to go and get my nails done tonight before Thanksgiving and Vegas. I am not going to make an appointment because I don't like the lady that keeps doing my nails and giving me a card. She makes me bleed every time, and/or makes my nails ache. That can't be good either. So I am going to hope I get the old lady. She is the mom or something and she does a great job and she doesn't hurt my nails.

What else do I know? I know that I need new jeans and/or khakis for Christmas. My pants are too big and I spend half the time pulling them up. So, Stacie take a note, and let mom know too, that is what I want for Christmas.

I just noticed that I am wearing blue today and that I wore a big comfy blue sweater yesterday and that I will wear a sweater with blue in it tomorrow. That's not very festive for Thanksgiving. But whatever.

Well, better get back to writing my report. I haven't had any kids this morning. Tuesday is my assessment morning, and then the classes that I usually go into have a sub that is just letting them play on their computers so they aren't doing anything they need help with so I am just sitting in my room bored with doing reports.

Have a swell day!

Haircut

So Mommy may be experiencing a little trauma tomorrow night as we are taking Lukin to get his first "real" haircut.

I have to say that dinner last night proved to be a productive (as well as yummy) time with all we accomplished. We discussed family pictures which are scheduled for Friday. Originally, the three of us were going to be in them, as we were last year, but this year we were going to wear Sioux sweatshirts. I was trying to convince my husband that we should either wear something else or not be in the picture. Sonny wanted to know why and I told him because I thought maybe the logos on the sweatshirts would be too small to see in pictures so it would just look like we were all wearing green sweatshirts and jeans...not exactly family portrait appropriate attire.

So we decided that Lukin could be in the picture himself but that he needed a haircut to be in a picture alone. Then we were trying to decide what he should wear and I remembered that I had got him a couple outfits for Christmas gifts and that we would just let him wear one of those outfits, and we can replace the gift (if we need to).

So now it's all set except for the haircut. I am worried because the last two moms that have told me that they got their child a haircut have said that they hated the haircut when it was done. I like Lukin's little bowl haircut. I don't want him to look dumb, or worse, like an ugly little boy. So hopefully, there won't be many tears shed on either one of our parts. And hopefully, he will still be adorable.

P.S. Who knew that a pasta supper (made with whole grain pasta and ground turkey) would fuel our brains enough to get so much organized?

Random

I haven't written in here since the end of October so I feel pretty bad about that, but I can't really think of a whole lot to talk about. So I will just put my random thoughts for today.

1. Yesterday, for those of you not keeping track, Lukin turned 18 months old. Yay! He really is an old man now.

2. On Sunday, we had to take one flight and then come back later to get our luggage because they couldn't put all of us on the plane with our luggage because it would exceed weight limit. (No fat jokes please...it has to do with weight and balance.) Anyway, when we came back to get our luggage, I was watching all the people rushing to and fro getting their luggage and I wondered what some of their stories were. Were they returning from a fun vacation? Were they away on business? Were they attending a wedding? A funeral? I was so curious. But Sonny would never know that because it took forever for the luggage to come down the thing that I was a little bit crabby. I know. What? Me crabby? Never.

3. I think I am getting sick. I am beyond exhausted. That happens frequently but with my family all having been sick in the last couple weeks, I am sure it is almost my turn.

4. I have to go to the dentist today. I can't wait to see how that goes. I am trying not to be sick so that I can get through that. As if you can try not to be sick.

Bah humbug...wait, wrong holiday.

So you could never tell by the fact that I am dressed all in orange and black, have my Halloween socks on (with the jingle ghosts), have been coloring pumpkin pictures for the kids today, and prepared 7 halloween 'treats' (play-doh attached to a note that says, "Happy Halloween from your speech teacher, Jennifer" on them, that I may have ruined Halloween. How do you ruin Halloween? you might ask. Well, as I was coming up stairs this morning, I saw some movement on the landing. Being the level-headed person I have become around crawly things, I set my stuff down, and went into the bathroom to grab a couple Kleenex, and went back to get rid of the crawliness. I realized as I was about to attack, that it was a spider. And as I squished him in the Kleenex, I thought to myself, "Is it bad luck or something to kill a spider on Halloween? Does that make me like the Scrooge of Halloween? Or what? I may never know...

P.S. There was some looney congressman on the radio this morning trying to spread the word about the HHCI (Halloween Healthy Child Initiative) which would make it illegal to hand out just candy on Halloween. In order to not get break the law, you would have to hand out fruits and vegetables as well as candy. See why he seems looney?

Did you fill out the form that you didn't know existed yet?

When you work at a job, there are aspects of the job that you don't understand, and there are those parts that you don't even know exist until someone wants to know why you didn't do something. I am currently faced with one of those things. Last year, when I worked full time, I didn't really have to worry about the number of hours that I worked, nor did I have to turn in an hours sheet because I was working all of them. I wanted to take the Monday off after Thanksgiving but not as a personal day, but rather as a day that the district owed me (which I have since learned is called a comp day). Well, in trying to figure out the details of this, I found out that there was supposed to be this form that was to be filled out to submit to let the district know that you are working all the hours you are supposed to. I didn't even know the form existed until yesterday. And I assume that the form was supposed to be in sometime in September. But seeing as no one has ever told me these things, I would never know. I hope that I don't get into too much trouble because of this, but we'll see. It's hard to be the one who has been here so people assume you know what you are supposed to do, and not knowing what to do because you have assumed a new role for the new year. Oy. Hopefully I will get it figured out. And hopefully soon enough to get the Monday after Thanksgiving off.

My son loves Mommy's snack choices.

So when my son gets up, he needs to have a snack. I don't think his dad realizes how long it is between noon-ish and 5:00-5:15-ish for a 17-month-old child. So when I get home, I usually have to be the one to bust out the snack. On Monday, I had grapes left from my lunch, so Lukin and I sat on the couch and finished them. Then yesterday, we sat on the couch and had goldfish. Baby goldfish. Of course, he doesn't seem to have any use for his mom when he gets up. He really just wants to be held, and since he was napping with Daddy, he wants to be held by Daddy. This makes me sad. But at least, he will come with me for the snack part.

Sonny says that I shouldn't take it personally. He points out that when it is time for bed, Lukin wants Mommy. He will whine if I am in the room and am not rocking with him. In fact, I realized this when I tried to sit down on the couch when he was rocking with Daddy. It was like one of those cartoons where the baby starts to cry only when one certain thing happens. That was Lukin. Every time I would bend my knees to sit on the couch, he would fuss because he wanted me to come sit with him. Then when you reach out your arms to him, he giggles because that is what he wants. It's pretty cute, actually.

I heard the news today...oh, boy.

I was watching the news on Saturday night, and there was this story about some 16 month-old surviving something, but I didn't stay tuned because of the story that they felt was more important. Before the commercial break, and before the story of how some little kid survived something, there was a story about how the author of the Harry Potter seriers outed one of the characters. I believe his name was Dumbledore. Seriously? How is this story more important that some kid surviving something? I don't care if the kid survived a cold, it would still be more news worthy than Dumbledore being gay! It was more like the kind of story you would see on Entertainment Tonight rather than local news, and that is where it was, on the local news. Like I mentioned, I was so disturbed by the lack of judgment on the part of the news editors, that I turned the news off.