No Rest for the Weary: Another One on the Move

Stephen's worst nightmare is about to come true...

(Okay, that's dramatic, I hope, at least, that it's not his WORST nightmare.)

Seamus is well on his way to the official crawl!!!! :) Here are some shots I got of him practicing. At this point, it's still sort of this combination tummy scootch/caterpillar movement. It's no "tummy off the floor crawl," but it's certainly fun to watch, at any rate.

There's the toy, now go get it, Seamus!!
"I got it, Mommy!"
"Now, I'm gonna eat it!"
Up on all fours!

Okay, so this isn't crawling. But HOW CUTE??? :)

I'll be sure to update with videos when he actually does crawl. Which will hopefully be pretty soon. :)

Krista's Haircut

TAKE THAT BLOG PICTURE UPLOADER!!!!!!

These pictures are uploaded in the correct order. Shortly after Seamus was born, I got the idea to grow out my hair and donate to Locks of Love. A friend of mine had mentioned that she was doing it and when I asked her about it, I found out that you have to be able to donate 10in or more. When I measured my hair, I already had that amount and it was then just about how much hair I wanted to have left over after I cut off the 10in.

One Saturday morning, after some DCF tests that I had to take I went to Great Clips to get my hair cut. I found out from that same friend that Great Clips will cut your hair for free and send it away for you, if you decide to donate it. And this sounded like a great deal to me. :)
Here is my hair pre-cut. The lady told me that my hair was really healthy, probably because I only put spray gel in it and don't often straighten or curl it. This, to me, interprets to: I am super lazy and do nothing other than that which I must with my hair and consequently, it is healthy. How exciting.

Pony tail, pre cut. I think it's creepy looking.

Then again, this (suggested by the lady cutting my hair) is even more creepy looking. There's the ten inches cut off. In my hand.

And this is after she cleaned up the cut. When I got home, Stephen was actually disappointed that it wasn't shorter. I was relieved. I dont' like looking like a cottonball, which is what I would look like with shorter hair. People who have known me for a long time can certainly attest to that.

I do not super love having short hair, but it will grow. I do SUPER love that it takes about fifteen to twenty minutes less time to deal with my hair in the morning. That is nice. The Gyrene Gala is next weekend, at which time I will have to figure something out to do with my hair. That will be interesting.

(P.S. Do I look like a walking ad for Great Clips or what?)

Ava's Haircut

Here are some pictures from Ava's haircut. Unfortunately, I hate the blog picture uploader because it hates me, so the pictures are posted in backward order. Haircut first and then pictures of her getting her hair washed. Anywho-enjoy!

Head down, please! Ava was fairly cooperative about putting her head down; the only problem was that she would put it down and then pick it up just a little to be able to see herself putting her head down in the mirror.

Watching someone else getting her haircut as well. In this picture you can see that Ava's hair had gotten fairly long.

Ava didn't like not having full access to her hands because of that silly drape.

Right before her haircut started, after having it washed. Ava hated the towel that was put on to stop the water from getting her shirt wet. She didn't mind so much having a soaking wet shirt. Weirdo.

Hmm..maybe it's not so bad.

"Seriously, Mommy?"



Ava has been cute since she got her hair cut, often telling Mommy, Daddy and Seamus that: "You need to get your haircut done," in a very serious tone. We all apparently have appalling hair that must be constantly cut. Sad for us.

Note: because the blog picture uploader and I do not get along, I will be doing a separate post for my haircut.

Just Can't Keep Up

Hello again, everyone!

This is going to have to be a quick update, since I'm exhausted. (Like that's new, right?) Seamus and Ava are doing well. Seamus just recently turned 6 months old! I can't believe that so much time has already flown by! He's starting to pull himself up, and should be crawling sometime soon! We are also expecting (and hoping and praying) that he cuts some teeth soon! At his doctor's appointment this week, we found out that he is now 17 lbs, a weight that I believe Ava didn't hit until much closer to a year old. Amazing! He is such a happy little boy! He always has a smile for his big sister and is always ready to play with her. We just started putting him in his crib to sleep. It's been interesting, since Ava still occasionally wakes up at night. And even if she doesn't and Seamus does, one of us has to do a mad dash into their room to scoop him up and out of the room quickly before he does wake her up.

Between the two of them, we do sometimes stop and just smile at the pure, unadulterated insanity. For example, if our beautiful two year old suddenly melts into a tantrum, often, poor little Seamus has no clue what's happening and begins to cry because his sister is SCREAMING. Sometimes I stand in the middle of the two of them and feel, I imagine, what a person must feel when a tornado is passing through. Stephen and I have done some research on these lovely expressions of frustration and anger erupting from our angel and have decided that we have reached the peak of the tantrum stage and it's only downhill from here. This is our glimmer of hope: we will someday soon have our sweet, obedient, happy little girl back, full time!! :)

Joking aside, Ava has been great with Seamus. She loves him very much and makes that evident on a daily basis. Sometimes she'll say, "I love you, Mommy!" And when I respond to her that I love her as well, she'll look at me and say, "Mommy, I love SEAMUS!!" And our favorite moment, though it's not one of her best moments, is when we do take Seamus out of their room at night, she stops us, saying, "MommyDaddy, don't take Seamus! Put him back, MommyDaddy!"

Ava had a big day yesterday: Mommy took her to get her very first haircut! She was absolutely terrified the entire time, but consequently sat very still and asked shakily if Mommy would please hold her hand? An easy request to acquiesce. :) Ava loves her new haircut and Mommy and Daddy love that it isn't a screaming fight to brush her hair anymore! :)

Alright, so much for my "quick" update. That's all for now folks.

Oh, by the way, Stephen and I are fine too.

:)