Wow ... it's the day after Christmas. The kids let me sleep in, the kitchen is clean and the last of the straggling pieces of wrapping paper have found their way into the recycling bin. There hasn't been one single fight in the house today ... heck, the kids are too busy playing with their new toys! Me? I'm simply relaxing and enjoying the happiness and peace that has settled over this little family of mine. (If you want to keep this warm fuzzy feeling, then stop reading before you get to the last paragraph ... things changed while I was typing today's blog entry!) I made it to a Christmas I never thought I'd have, and let me tell you, the fight to get here was SOOOO worth it! Now I have to find new ways to serve left over ham, identify a way for the new gifts to stay in one piece (ie. IronMan 2 arm bands have shooting missles that have already been lost a zillion times) but tell me how to keep pieces together when there are 5 children who want to play with everybody elses toys?
And poor Andre ... He's not so keen about the day after Christmas. He has endured at least 15 exams by Doctor Allie. She got one of those little Fisher-Price doctor's sets for Christmas. A poor dog can only take so much, but he's being his old calm self and letting Allie bandage him up, listen to his heart beat, take his blood pressure (on his tail, of course.)
This day hasn't been all happiness though. While I was working on this blog my youngest, Brandon, decided that my daughter, Alyssa, had too much hair. He took the scissors to her pretty little hair and did a number on her that will take a good year to grow out. I don't know how to punish this act. I can't say "well, you cut her hair, so I'm going to cut yours" because he's already bald! He's sitting in his room on a long time-out. The crying is pitiful, but what else should I do? Take a look at his chop shop job below and you may understand why I'm sitting here in tears! How do you fix something like that? She has a partial mohawk on top that's hard to see in the picture, a scalped cut out fade on the side and a mess of cuts everywhere else! I love sending her off to school in matching hairbows and barrettes ... now I'll send her with a mohawk? AARRGGHHH!!!! Well, the good thing is she doesn't give a flyin' flip how it looks! It's just this momma's heart that can't take it ....
Until Tomorrow,
Kathy ... Gonna drown my sorrows in a cup of tea and some Christmas Cookies
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Oh no! The pretty hair! I'd be all upset too, even though the girls wouldn't care themselves. How in the world are you going to fix that one? I suppose it's a type of a rite of passage, they say, the first hair cut at the hands of a sibling or their own "creativity". :o)
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