The Ultimate Haircut Troll

I'm trying to be productive in a quiet place, but I'm taking a well-deserved intermission to blog, because that seems fun right now. And I do what I want.

I don't know where I left off. At some point, Dylan came home. We hit up Cruz's 4th birthday blowout, and Dylan attempted a homemade haircut on Gavin, which was a fail. I don't think we'll be bringing the clippers near him again anytime soon. I took an escape on Monday morning and left G and D at home, and we took a family trip to Desert Ridge for dinner at the Yard House and some splashing. I had my glucose tolerance test, which made me feel less than great (but fingers crossed for good results), the baby is still breach (nothing to worry about quite yet), and I bought one of everything at IKEA for the soon-to-be boys' bunk bed room. Gavin is doing awesome at swim, and he spent the night again with Nonna and Papa while Dylan, Ted, Garrett and I went to the Diamondbacks game. Dylan took Gavin to the actual hair cuttery, while I waited in the car. Apparently it was as big a disaster as last time, but not quite as bad because I wasn't there being all uptight while Gavin was throwing a fit. So, haircuts will be a dad-and-son affair from now on, and at least we no longer have a little ragamuffin on our hands.

Haircut fail

Gavin says, "I'll throw a fit and won't let you touch me with the clippers, but I will take the lollipop and kick back here on the couch, thank you very much."

Not real fire.

Whose idea was it to not pack a swimsuit?

Making friends

The front row seats behind home plate, compliments of Dylan's boss, were great. But I really just showed up to maximize my sugar intake before I get the results of my gestational diabetes test.

I think that more than sums it up. We said good-bye to Dylan this morning for the third weekend in a row (ugh) but we're thankful we had him for the last few days because we were almost robbed of those too. The last thing I have to say is that taking a couple classes is kind of a lot of work, but it's incredible how much more efficient I am as a student now that I'm a grown-up with a family. When I carve out 45 minutes to hit the library, I do 45 minutes of work. In my early twenties, when I spent all day at the library, I did 30 minutes of work. Life is such a cake walk in your early and mid-20s, and you don't even know it. Youth is most definitely wasted on the young. (But being a wise old woman isn't half bad, either.)