Wednesday, April 16, 2008

The Five Stages of a Hair Cut

Tate finally got his hair cut last week. He hadn't had a haircut since Christmas, which was 3 1/2 months ago. That's the longest he has ever gone, so he was getting pretty shaggy. Aunt Andrea usually cuts his hair, but he has started throwing major fits during haircuts (hence the 3 1/2 months since his last one), so rather than risk having his eye poked out with scissors due to his thrashing around, we opted to go another route. We took him to Cookie Cutters, where they have airplanes and cars for the kids to sit in, movies, bubbles, toys, suckers, and balloons. It made me want to get my hair cut. And they were AWESOME!!!! Of course Tate cried, but he held very still and they were so fast, it seemed like it was over before it started. And Tate looked like a totally different little boy after all that hair got chopped off. Isn't he a handsome little man?
Watch as Tate goes through the five stages of a haircut, aka the five stages of grief.
#1 Denial - also known as "He Has No Idea What's Coming"

#2 Anger - Okay, he's not angry yet, but he'll get there.

#3 Bargaining - At this point, Tate is a little angry. He's pleading "All done! All done!" and I'm pretty sure he'd give up his blankey forever if I would just put a stop to this haircut.

#4 Depression - Okay, now he's full out crying. The crocodile tears have made their appearance. Even though the haircut has lasted all of three minutes, I'm feeling guilty.

#5 Acceptance- Phew. Haircut's over. And Tate is just getting a glance at his handsome self in the mirror. I'm pretty sure he decided it was all worth it.

As soon as he got his sucker, the tears disappeared. Along with all memory of the haircut. What is it with kids and suckers?

Saturday, April 5, 2008

28 Years!

My mom and dad celebrated their 28th wedding anniversary yesterday. By celebrate, I mean Dad worked on the farm and Mom went shopping with me. Very romantic. The best part of this post is that I snuck into their own photo albums to find this antique picture, and then used their own scanner and high speed connection to post it on the internet for all too see. I am truly evil.

Friday, April 4, 2008

Getting Jazzy

Who got to go to the second Jazz game of his life this week? That's right. Tate did. My boss was kind enough to give us tickets and we cheered on the Jazz as they took their revenge against the Minnesota Timberwolves. Yeah. They kicked their trash, and we had a blast.
I think the people behind us were sick of us taking pictures. But how often do you get to sit on the twelfth row? It's a momentous occasion.Tate really got into it and he would excitedly clap his hands and yell "Yea!" Usually after the other team scored.
Of course the best part of the night was the $3.50 coke. Tate was loving it. At that price, it better be good.

Happy Belated Easter

You want to know what the best part of Easter is? It's not coloring eggs. I watched Mom, Dad, and Grandma get all excited about dunking eggs in cups. You should have seen them ooh and ahh when they pulled them out and they were a different color. Sheesh. Grown ups.

Grown ups don't seem to understand how much more fun it is to dump Easter eggs out of your Easter bucket. It's awesome!! You can put them all in your bucket, and then dump them all out!

And then pick them up . . . .

. . . and dump them out! It's great. Can you believe Mom and Dad didn't want in on any of this action?

Where did all the eggs go? Oh, yeah. I dumped them out. Cuz dumping eggs out is awesome.

And there was some yummy stuff inside the eggs, too. Mom said not to tell, but her and dad and uncle Shane and Darcee ate most of the yummy stuff while I was busy gathering and scattering eggs. This egg is empty. Kind of like the tomb was empty on the third day because Jesus was resurrected. And that's actually the best part of Easter.