Latest Rumblings

So what have we been up to lately? Here's a snippet:

Mae got her mop chopped, like four inches, and it looks awesome. When we went to see Josie mom and dad left it up to her and she wanted to cut it short and boy did she ever.

It's so cool, though, when she gets out of the shower and it's wet and she brushes it I told Dad she looks like a movie star.

I've been a bit wrapped up as of late.

Oh, and Pax? Yah, he's still eating cake balls for dinner. Kidding (kind of), he's eating that because he is officially potty trained. Just out of nowhere one day mom and dad bribed him with chocolate chips and that was it. Kid hasn't gone in his diaper since I don't think. And boy is he getting his fill of chocolate chips. Thank god for that huge bag from Costco.

Other piece of news is frog related. So we were out at Nana's and got a frog and Mae was really caring for it well. And then one day we decided to go to the park. I took my basketball and Mae took Sticky, her frog. She got the wagon all ready with some water in the bottom of it, leaves, grass, sticks, the whole nine yards, and off we went.

Well, as we were running around the park old Sticky hopped right out of the wagon and though we looked far and wide for him, he was a goner. So we headed out to Nana's a couple days later, blew some bubbles, ran around the yard...

And found Sticky's brother and took him home and now we're taking care of him (you might have to look closely to see Sticky Jr.)

So that's about it. Oh, that and check out the flyer for Grandparents Day at our school that is coming up. Hint: bottom right corner. Like I said - she's a star.

Clean As A Whistle

So I went to get my haircut and-

Wait, Fin, you've already posted about getting your haircut, are you sure y-


Hey, hold it Mr. Narrator italicized font guy, check the name of this blog and slow your roll.

The reason this post is monumental (slight hyperbole there) is that after four haircuts and not getting my hair washed (the best part of a haircut, Dad says), I got the courage mustered up to clean my noggin before I got it cut.

That's Josie, the girl who cuts my hair. One of the sweeter (weirder) tattoos you'll see is owned by Josie - a pair of haircutting scissors, technically known as shears, runs from her right elbow all the way down to her hand. Maybe I'll just stick with crayons.

Anyway, suds...

Cut and dry...

And not only the softest, cleanest hair I've had in four years and four months, but a Tootsie Pop from Josie; not a bad evening at the hair salon.

Goings On

Got a haircut...

...was not shy about how much to take off...

Here's the final result... I know, awesome, right?

Nope, those are not clown shoes, those are dad's running shoes...

... double dosage, I've got Mom's on.

What's So Funny, Mae?

Got my haircut again today, second one I've ever had. This one was way different. I sat in a Thomas the Train car while this lady cut my hair. Not sure why I didn't choose the pink Corvette but alas, I've decided that's the one I'm going to sit in next time (and I've relayed that information about 27 times to Dad since the haircut moment). Not a very exciting photo but it was a whole lot of fun.

Wait, did someone just say the word "fun"? I now present you, Mabel Jane.

And Mabel Jane, Piratess of the High Seas (read that line again in your best pirate voice, then look at the photo - much more effective, wasn't it?).

And now back to Mabel Jane, food comedian.

FIRST HAIRCUT!

25 months this mop has been growing without even a snippet to keep it under control. Well, that all changed on Wednesday night.

Dad has his regular haircut scheduled with Crizzen, who also cuts Aunt Tasha's hair, so the whole gang saddled up and I joined him on a haircutting journey. It was such an event even Mabel came.

Here's my hair and me heading to the chair... kinda looks like a horse heading into battle now that I actually see it from the back.

Wasn't crazy about this whole haircutting thing at first... I mean, why not just let it grow down to my feet?

But after a few combs and a few cuts it was like, "Hmmm, I could get used to this."

(told you the whole gang was there)

And violin! Wait, maybe it's "viola!" - I can never keep those two straight. Either way, what's that old Shania Twain song - "Feels Like A Woman"? I might not go that far, but it sure does look good, doesn't it.