I know I may have mentioned this a time or two before, but I love and adore this little stinker of mine so so much!
Yes, this is the general method of hair management we have adopted in dealing with our boys – let it grow far too long and shaggy and then, shave it all off. The difference is always so dramatic at first that I hardly know who they are and have to hug them lots and lots extra.
I know, I know, the little fella breaks more things than any child probably ever has, but he truly is just so intent upon figuring how anything and everything comes apart and how it can be put back together. There is nothing in the world he would rather do than help Mike fix something, and lately, he has been especially charming. He has actually, finally, taken to occasionally playing with toys – mostly things he can use to create with (tinkertoys, blocks, etc). It is so fun to hear his creative little mind at work as he tells me about the chicken coop, sprinkler, or firework he is building. He even does naughty things with toys – for example, the other day he was holding a cylindrical shaped tinkerytoy when I heard him say, as he twisted an imaginary lid off the top, “the lids comes off, the juice spills (he dumped his imaginary juice on the floor), now put the lid back on”. Funny boy.
Also, despite his mischievous ways, he has so many little things that make him extra dear to me. He seems to have all kinds of issues with allergies, rashes, etc., he also has bouts of rather severe wheeziness due to asthma. He is rather terrified of many many things, and constantly needs to be reassured about any sound he hears (I’ll even hear him going about the house reassuring himself: “oh, that’s just the fridge”, “that’s just some water in the dishwasher”, etc.); and there was maybe nothing quite so terrifying for him initially as his nebulizer. He sobbed the first few times we used it, then got brave enough to simply sit there – very still and very scared. Now, he is finally getting a little better about it (probably thanks to Mike letting him nebulize his sock monkey during most sessions). Because it is a steroid treatment, I have tried to avoid giving it to him while pregnant (he only needs it occasionally when his coughing and wheezing get bad), so Mike and even the kids have been good at helping do it. It makes me want to cry and hug him and makes me love him even more when I see him nervously but bravely submit to “his medicine”.
In other news: here are two pictures from the rodeo we went to this summer:
And yes, just as I thought it might, summer whirled its little self to a close. Here everybody is for the traditional front porch back to school picture before heading off for the first day: