Haircut Update

To talk Nathan into letting us cut his hair I showed him this picture:

Then I pointed out what Michael's hair looks like in the back. He then let Michael cut off the tail, but only the tail. Now he looks like this:

After Michael cut it he said "Now do I wook wike Daddy?"

Notice the sucker in the picture:) "Wow Nay Nay you let us cut one little piece of hair, you get a sucker right before bed." Pretty smart:)

Even though he can be a little tough to deal with sometimes, he's so cute. His voice is really endearing. He makes me laugh....here's a little snipet of cute Nathan talk:

Mommy's Naptime Barber Shop

Nathan is ridiculously opposed to grooming. He hates getting his nails clipped and completely freaks out when I cut his hair. The last night I cut his hair I really thought I was going to get a call from CPS. I brought the clippers outside and tried to convince him it'd be fun to get a haircut while he sat on his bike while eating sucker (I'm telling you, I've tried every kind of bribery out there.) I ended up having to pin him between my legs and hold his head with one hand while, cutting his hair with the other. All the while he's screaming, crying, almost hyperventaliting. Caleb meanwhile is trying to convince him that it's not bad and that it doesn't hurt. When trying to talk to him didn't work Caleb started singing to him, to comfort him. He was unsuccessful, but he made me laugh which took the edge off my frustration with Nathan:)

So.....I'm trying a new thing....cut it while he's sleeping.

He woke up before I could do the back, hopefully he'll let me cut some tonight:)

K-wub

This morning before church Caleb was playing in the toyroom. From the other room I heard this when Nathan walked in:

C--Nathan, can you go away please, I want to play by myself.
N--No, K-wub, I want to play too.
C--But, Nathan, I just want to be by myself.
N--Guess what K-wub.....
C--What?
N--I wuv you, K-wub.
C--I love you too but can I play by myself.

Traumatizing Addie

Today I was being sassy and Michael picked me up and threw me on the couch. Addie was watching the whole thing and even though I was laughing, she stood there staring for a second then she completely broke down and cried and cried. She was really upset with Michael for a while.

Being the good parents that we are, we decided to do an experiment, how would she respond if Michael was the victim? So I pushed Michael to the couch, very similar situation as before (we're super scientific around here), she just watched, no emotional response. Then Michael pushed me..... she was so sad and burst into tears. It took her a while to calm down. For some reason it made me feel so loved:)

I think this picture is Addie's vision of Michael while he's bullying me:)

We inked ourselves

We have to send our prints in to get state clearance for the adoption. Michael thought we could do them ourselves. Hopefully it will work. (Michael says I sound sassy when I say that, I don't think I mean to, but maybe I do, who knows.)

Last week we got our adoption planner and we are officially in the Ethiopia program. We had a conference call with Christy yesterday and talked about the the paperwork we need to do. She's super nice and I'm excited about working with her. I warned her that I'll probably become her stalker over the next year. She wasn't too scared of me so that's good:)

So here's how it'll go--we'll work on our dossier which will take 2-3 months. Then we'll official be put on "the list" 6-8 months later we'll get our baby!!!

For now, we have so much paperwork to do with finishing up our homestudy stuff and starting our dossier, my head's spinning a bit. :)

Feeling horrible for 9 months wasn't bad enough.....

a rough delivery and then my hair. At first I thought it was normal then it kept falling out. When Michael noticed, I knew it was bad because he doesn't notice anything. I thought that it was just in front though and I ended up cutting bangs to cover up the section that had completely fallen out. Then a couple of weeks ago I realized I had a lot more whispies then any normal human with a ponytail. Upon further inspection, I realized yup, I must have lost a ton of hair in back as well. So now I have a reverse layer. Pretty huh? The funny part is that I've always wanted curly hair, this hair is curly-ish. I took for granted the fact that my hair was a cohesive piece. Now I've got this crazy layer that's curly. It looks funny when I wear my hair down or when I put it up.
What do I do now? Chop it all to the crazy layer length? Use 2 hair products--one for curly, one for straight?
I'll probably end up doing nothing, crazy hair fits well with the crazy mom look I'm going for.
In the picture it doesn't really look like it's curly and my hair looks pretty oily, that's not because I haven't washed it or anything...I guess it has been a couple of days...maybe tomorrow.

p.s.
Addie was totally worth the rough pregnancy, labor, delivery and hair loss. She's super sweet, funny, adorable, wonderful. I love her so much.

Orientation package finally sent and sicky sicky

Today we sent out our orientation packet for AGCI. It's taken us 3 months to come up with the money we needed to move on to the next step in the process. We finally have it:)
Our neighbor came over today and notarized lots and lots of forms then Nathan and I headed to the post office and shipped if off:)

Our fam has been a little under the weather over here. I was feeling yucky all day yesterday, then last night Michael got really sick. I ended up taking him to the hospital at midnight (my wonderful sister came over to stay with the kids), they hooked him up to an iv and gave him some drugs. After hanging out in triage for a few hours, being jealous that Michael had a bed to lay in and all I had was a lousy chair, listening to some crass teenagers on the other side of the curtain talk about things that would make me neaseous even when I'm not sick... Anyway, the doc decided to admit Michael and I headed for home. He felt much better this morning. My mom picked Michael up this morning and took our boys for the day. So very helpful. Thanks Mom.

Oh, I forgot the funny part---Last night in my crazy state, I left the hospital and completely forgot I had Michael's shirt in my bag (I took it when he put on the lovely hospital gown). This morning when he called I told him I felt too sick to get all the kids in the car to come pick him up so someone else would get him. He said--"Do you have my shirt? I'll see if they'll let me where the gown home." I was cracking up at the thought of him walking out of the hospital in a gown or shirtless:) They gave him some scrubs to wear, so it was all good.