Purpose Defeated

Grrrr. I just finished battle with my weekly foe. . . .




. . . . and lost the battle once again!

Is it just me or do others struggle to open those darn cardboard 12-pack can boxes? I mean they have that lovely little perforated section at the bottom front. You know the one? It's meant to turn the box into a handy little soda dispensing machine. Yep. NEVER works for me. Every week, I return home from the grocery store with high hopes that this will be the week. The week when I finally manage to open the box correctly. But alas, each week, I manage to rip the entire end off of the front and the soda cans cascade out causing me to play a quick game of scramble and catch.

This week I thought I'd be clever and use scissors to help me in my attempts. I approached the box wielding my weapon of choice thinking for sure this box had met it's match. I used the blade to trace the perforated edges sawing ever so carefully as not to veer off the path predetermined by the manufacturer. All was going well until I got to the bottom of the box and heard, "Ssssssssssssssssssss".

Defeat.

Now the desperate scramble game is to see which soda can I inadvertently punctured so I can "stop the bleeding" as it were. Of course, it is difficult to see which can is leaking when they are ALL covered in soda. As the search continued, the box was quickly filling with soda and the cardboard was soaking through. . . . thus compromising it's cardboardy nature.

I finally found the can in question and began clean up. Now? I have a perfectly opened cardboard box fit for perfect dispensing. The problem? The box is too soaked and flimsy to be of any use.

Sigh. Purpose defeated.

And So It Begins . . .

I do not like shopping. I know that statement probably will mean I have to turn in my "girl card" but there you go. That said, having two girls, I'll be lucky if one or both don't end up loving shopping.

When we took Claire to have her hair cut last week, the salon had a little clothing boutique in the front. Here is Claire showing me what I have to look forward to: (note the unruly hair. These pics were definitely pre-cut)



I love how she is checking the price in this one. Maybe she's my daughter after all. And can you read the tag on this one? Yep, that says, "$46.00". For a child's clothing item!! Outrage! I can assure you that my children will not be wearing clothes from this lovely shop.

Random Thoughts About Poop

I managed to change 8 poopie diapers yesterday. 3 of which came from Claire. That girl's bowels were on hyper drive after a 48-hour poop strike.

I never thought I'd ever handle so much fecal matter. Lovely, I know.

And why is it that the week before Sarah was born, changing Claire's diaper was simply: Changing My Baby's Diaper; and after Sarah was born, changing Claire's diaper seems like changing the diaper on a grown woman?

It may be time to consider potty training. Hmmmmm . . . .

First Haircut

Last Saturday we took Claire for her first haircut. It seems weird to me to take a girl for a haircut when she hardly has any hair to cut. I mean, in order for her to look like a girl, shouldn't we let it grow out as long as possible? You'd think so. But her hair had gotten rather unruly to say the least. All the fine baby hair that was growing out was so thin and wispy that every time I combed it, she would end up looking like a bum off the street within 5 minutes.

So I decided it was about time to trim it up and make it look healthy. If she can't look like a girl, she can at least look like her hair has been combed!

We took her to this cute little place called "Little Lords and Ladies". They have fun little chairs shaped like cars as well as cartoons for the kids to watch. But by far Claire's favorite thing was the sucker the lady gave her to enjoy for the duration of the cut.

Here are some pics of the cut complete with a before and after pic at the bottom.




Before:


After:

Oh, and yes, I kept some little clippings of her hair. I am not sure I want them, but since they offer them to you I felt like I'd be a bad mom if I refused them.

Nice

Here is what happens when you are checking out at the grocery store and hand your child your shopping list and pen to "keep her occupied". It is amazing what she can do when your attention is focused on swiping your credit card.

Just ignore the blurry face, she wasn't wanting to stand still. And don't you just love the forced smile?

Still Alive

Well, yesterday was my first day on my own with the girls. I almost hesitate to say it, but the day was pretty smooth. Only time will tell if that will be the norm or a fluke. I'm hoping for the former.

You know, everyone talks about how the second child gets cheated in the pictures department. I think I now know why. When you have your first baby, EVERYTHING they do is fascinating and MUST be captured in picture.

"Ooooh, she turned her head towards me!!!" CLICK

"Ahhhhh, look at the way she is sleeping!!" CLICK

"What a perfect swaddle!!" CLICK

But once that little darling gets a little older and you get to experience smiles, laughs and such you realize just how boring an infant truly is and have little desire to take such boring shots. It has nothing to do with a lack of love for the second baby. I'm sure they'll get plenty of camera time when they can perform enough to deserve it.

Below are pictures from a recent home-photog session. Claire's pictures are so entertaining to me. Sweet little Sarah? Well, bless her heart, her pics are quite dull. Oh well.