Not approved by the ACLU.
He is three. He goes two mornings a week to a very small, private preschool. We live in the south. Glenn Beck has very high ratings here.
These are not excuses…but come on..this is cute.
I am really, really sorry to any Native American readers. I know your ancestors never wore necklaces made out of froot loops, or vests made out of paper bags. But the cuteness? Surely we agree on that right?
While we are offending people, Hey, Peta? Yeah, they were singing a song about killing Mr. Turkey in a most violent way. The Son thinks the song was about a BOAT and arrow. Not that he sang it. No, he just stood there, and you guessed it. Looked cute.
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Cutastrophe ‘aught nine.
Alternate title: In which I overreact on a huge scale.
He inherited a head full of crazy cowlicks from The Husband’s side of the family, and a thick head full of independent and stubborn hair from mine. Buzz cuts are just not my style, and short, short little boy hair is cute on other little boys….but, I like MY kiddo to have as long of hair as my hubby will allow. If it were just up to me he would be sporting a shaggy skater do.
This kid just needed a teeny, teeny, itsy bit taken off of his bangs. Our usual and most wonderful stylist K had a baby one week exactly before this one. I reasoned that there was no need to drive 25 minutes and bother K just for a teeny little bang trim. Surely anybody who is a licensed stylist could handle that, right?
Wrong. I told her to just trim them to his eyebrows. First snip of the scissors saw three inches of hair on the cape. I literally gasped. Calm down, calm down. It is just a little short. Snip. Snip. Snip. Fourth cut. ACK! FOUR INCHES right off the front. “Your kid is moving! He needs to mind me and hold still.” “I am standing right here! He is holding perfectly still.” “Well, he is making me nervous.” “You are making ME nervous.”
I picked him up, removed his cape, and walked out, not paying, four cuts into the worst hair massacre ever. WAY worse than this. You think I am exaggerating?
And it looked even crazier in real life.
I called K in tears. I felt like I was confessing to cheating on her. She graciously invited us to her home, let me cuddle her babies, and calmed me down.
She is awesome–but she is not God, and cannot magically grow hair, so the end result is still A LOT shorter than this pseudohippy would like, but it is much better.
Lesson learned: if you love who cuts your hair–NEVER EVER go somewhere else, even for a teeny trim. Oh, and also? K said she would have cried too.
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Oh sweet Jesus, here is the before. Yeah, he needed a haircut. I get it.
Baby fever is affecting my brain.
I was looking for pictures for another post and I got distracted.
Look at his little old man hair. Now I have to comb a thick mess every morning. Well. I should comb it.
This is a little BABY. This baby told me today “Mama, I feel frustrated that the Sneetchs are so mean.” I had to spell check frustrated. My kid says words I can’t spell.
Look at that chub! The wrists are killing me. That is nothing but breast milk chub.
This is not looking good people. The fever has hit, and I am afraid I may be a casualty.
Now what?
photos by JHJ, November 2006
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In August I asked The Son what he wanted to be for Halloween. Fresh off a weekend at FFiL and MMiL’s new compound, he said he wanted to be Pappaw. Hmm. A costume of Pappaw would include jeans, a plaid button up shirt, a cell phone in a holster and a tray of bread. (Pappaw owns a bread route). I took creative license and instead he was GREAT Pappaw Huckablog.
Great Pappaw Huckablog was a radioman on an escort destroyer during WWII. Because The Son has OCD parents…all of the patches and pins on this costume are authentic and accurate. (eBay still has some cool stuff for cheap!)
We went trick or treating at the independent living center (i.e. elderly people but not a nursing home) a week before Halloween. His Navy uniform fit perfectly. The Thursday before Halloween I put his costume on him for his school party…and the shirt was too small! I did not wash it. He just flat out grew that much, that fast. In all of these pictures it was safety pinned up the back to keep from gaping open.
Keeping with the WWII theme, I was Rosie the Riveter (tangent: a SHOCKING amount of people my age had no idea who Rosie the Riveter was. What’s up with that public education?!). The Husband was SUPPOSED to be THIS poster, but he refused. He was being a Halloween scrooge this year. I talked him into wearing his alien shirt my parents got him in Roswell NM, but he would not wear the tin foil hat that went with it either. Bah humbug. No pictures of Scrooge this Halloween.
MMiL, FFil and BiL were on hand to make it a thoroughly Huckablog Family Halloween. BiL was a Vampiriate, FFiL was a troll? I think? (Take note of the jeans, plaid shirt, and cell phone holster. I know where my hubs gets his desire for a “uniform”). MMiL was a lovely Halloween princess. Pappaw must have thought she was lovely too..what is he doing in this picture? Never mind. I don’t want to know.
BiL brought along his two friends who are girls. They were nice, if a bit confused by Halloween in general. That is all I am going to say about that.
That makes SEVEN adults IN COSTUME to take ONE three year old trick or treating. He knocked on exactly a dozen doors, then announced that Trick or Treating was hard work, and that he was done.
And he was. He still got a nice candy haul…after people saw that salute they just dumped handfuls of candy into his bag.
So, how was your Halloween? What were you? What were your kiddos?
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I thought it was completely and utterly useless. I was certain that we were still paying off student loans on an education that was of NO USE WHATSOEVER in this life with which I have been blessed. My degree? A BA in Political Science, a BS in Speech Communication, and a MA in International Relations. I live in the suburbs, in a town as American as white bread and Must See TV. I have been to the UN Headquarters! We drove by it on a tour bus during a trip to New York.
This morning I had an epiphany as I climbed back in the Huckablazer after dropping The Son off at preschool. I had spent the previous 45 minutes trying to wrangle a sailor costume which he loved as recently as yesterday onto someone who now wanted to be dinosaur AND ONLY A DINOSAUR for his Halloween carnival. All of those hours upon hours learning debate and negotiation? The classes and seminars on diplomacy and weekends spent with the Model UN? I use those tools EVERYDAY in the parenting of the most stubborn–the way too smart for his own good– the best debater I have ever encountered–child of mine. I use them at the Embassy of Mama, and let me tell you the opponent is tough. I am setting my hopes on that debate scholarship now, because we are spending his college fund to pay off mine.
I will be participating in NaBloPoMo again this year so get ready for a post a day in November! I am also working on the new November post card blog banner, so stay tuned for antique turkeys.
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