The end to the shaggy haired baby

After dinner last night, I kept saying, "this kid needs a haircut!" Twice in the past 3 months, I trimmed Isaiah's hair myself. It was simple, but it wasn't great. The first time I trimmed his bangs too short it revealed his big forehead...gee where does it come from? *sigh*

John and I took Isaiah to Hair Cuttery since it was close by and we know some of the stylist. I was a bit nervous. Not for the stylist, but for my wiggly baby boy. It was close to 7 p.m. when he is getting ready for bed and turns into a nightmare.

I sat with Isaiah in the chair and had his favorite teddy bear ready to pull-out anytime the waterworks decided to show up. The guy was super fast, that Isaiah didn’t have a second to think about what was happening! He actually enjoyed it. He loved seeing his hair flying around and would constantly stare himself in the mirror laughing. He would even tilt his head for the stylist when needed. When the stylist pulled out the buzzer, I then started to sweat. I then heard giggles from Isaiah and started to think my son was crazy. I wouldn't want a buzzer near my ears! Where the heck does he get this from?

 

After finishing, the stylist rewarded Isaiah with a certificate for his 1st official haircut and even saved a few pieces of hair in an envelope for us to place in his scrapbook. I was pleased with the service and especially for Isaiah's behavior. Who would have thought a 12 month old baby enjoys haircuts? Let's hope this continues!

Party like a Rock-Star!

I can't believe the day I have been planning for 12 months has passed! That's right; I was planning Isaiah's 1st Birthday Party since the day he was born. It gave me something to look forward to while being smothered in baby spit-up, soothing a selfish soothing baby and having to constantly feed the lil dude until I felt the need to declare my "kitchen" bankrupt.

I wanted to make my son's Birthday a big deal not only for him, but for us parents. It is a day to celebrate his 1st year of life, while it's also a time for parents to celebrate surviving and not killing each other (no not the baby you sickos). I do hope that doesn't come across harsh, but let's face it, the 1st few months with an infant start to make you a bit crazy. If you seem to disagree, then I admire your patience. My patience comes from a couple shots of Captain, but that seems to rob my wallet.

I decided not to cook myself since I wanted to give my guests my full attention. Besides, cooking for 20+ people would have killed me. Pay someone else to do it! We catered the party with Willard's BBQ. My brother and I seemed to disagree with what BBQ joint to go with, but I was the one paying so he can swallow his pride and remain silent. Christian, Dixie Bones is cool, but geographically, why would I travel 20 miles to a BBQ joint when there is one next-door and even cooler? Think about it smart guy!

We ended up with 23 guests in our house, which seemed like a full house! I was very happy to catch-up with family and old friends. Not to mention, having tons of cutie babies in my house to occupy Isaiah. It felt good walking away from him and entertaining people while he was cool stealing the other kids toys and balloons. I was thankful the kids weren’t brats and at least shared their toys. Thanks lil Annabelle for sharing your maraca!

I could go on and on about the party since it was a huge success, but I wanted to close with one memorable thought. Our good friend, Eric Williams put together a video for Isaiah's party. He used the clips John and I recorded through-out the year along with photos. I do hope to put it up on the web for others to watch soon. I can't stop looking at it and tend to get teary eye each time. I must be annoying John while constantly playing it over and over.

I remember relaxing that night with John and mentioning how we put a lot of effort into our first child that he already seems like our last sometimes. I don't want him to be my final child, but that's for God to decide. I want to treasure my future blessings with the same amount of attention and effort, which is why I wish to hold off. If it were up to me, I would wait a few more years. I love just us 3 musketeers at the moment! I don't want to change that anytime soon. We'll see what the future holds for us.


Thanks to everyone who made Isaiah's party a success! He enjoyed your company and fun gifts.

Winter Hater

It has been a crazy winter so far. I am beginning to believe that whole global warming shenanigans is make-believe. (I seriously hope you follow my sarcasm) I was telling my husband that I wish global warming was real during these crazy winter storms. So far, we have experienced 1 big snow storm and 2-4 minor ones that are enough to close schools. This Friday-Saturday, we are expecting another big one enough to trap my family inside and miss church on Sunday. Has anyone in the DC area noticed these storms occur only on the weekends?


The biggest issue I have with winter is being trapped inside where I feel the need to start a new project or clean, sit in front of a TV all day getting addicted to another show similar to Heroes or Lost, creating a new mess in the kitchen, shoveling out my cars, and last but not least the cold! Yes, it's beautiful when the snow first falls, but I can't help but think of the aftermath instantly and begin to shake my head in sadness. My complaining won't change a thing, but I am ready for a place warmer and NO, this doesn't mean FL. Sorry to my FL buddies, but I only view your state as a vacation getaway. You guys are a little too slow pace in my taste. I love the DC culture, but I wish to take it somewhere warmer.

 As many of you know, my husband and I might move in the next year or so due to school. My husband graduates next January from Capital Bible College. He is very excited to start looking into seminaries this summer and fall. I just told him to stop looking and stick with Westminster Theological Seminary CA. Don't get me wrong, my husband adores the school and staff, but the price to live in Southern California is crazy! Especially for someone who plans on attending school full-time with his awesome wife at home cooking and cleaning and making sure the kid isn’t raised like a mischievous sprite. We are in the process of fixing up our townhome, getting out of debt, and saving money towards school. So far we are on the right track, but prayers are needed. The school will fulfill my husband’s dreams and his wives dreams of warm weather. *tear*