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Jay's First Haircut

Alternate Title: "Why We Are Lucky Jay Still Has Two Eyes"

Poor guy was not a fan of his first haircut. I should really call it a trim since he still doesn't have enough hair to cut. We just took a little off the sides and back. I have such a hard time cutting boys' little baby curls, because afterwards they look so much older. But looking back at Cole's pictures, I realize I should have given him a trim much sooner--in reality he didn't look like the adorable baby I saw. Instead he looked like a kid in bad need of a haircut. I guess mothers' don't see what the world sees when it comes to their children.

Jay Pre-Trim

Cole Pre-Trim (2 years old)


Jay really wanted to see what mommy was doing back there, so he kept turning his head right into the scissors. And it didn't help that Cole was bouncing all over the room. Despite the difficulties, I think it turned out ok (although see statement above).

Baby Jay Goes to School *sniff*

I finally enrolled Jay in a Moms Morning Out program at the same school as Cole. He is definitely ready! When we bring Cole to his classroom, Jay runs in first and starts playing with all the toys. People always laugh at how enthusiatic he is. Leaving the building takes a good 15 minutes because he wants to see the art on the walls, sit on all the benches, pick a tomato from the bush in front of the school, and look in all the classroom windows as we make our way to the car. I knew he would love to be in his own class, but I hadn't been quite ready to let him go (even though it is only 3 hours once a week).

On his first day, we took Cole to his classroom as usual. Jay protested as I dragged him out, but then started running down the hall. He was a bit confused when we walked passed the exit door--he stopped, made little squawking noises, and pointed at the door, like "Mommy, it's this way!" When we got to his room, he ran right in with no hestitation whatsoever.

The teacher greeted him while he surveyed the room. His expression said, "I get to play with all these toys? Sweet!" After I gave him a hug and told him to go play, he ran right over to the blocks and started taking them off the shelf. After watching a bit, I left. He didn't even look up when I said goodbye *sniff*. I felt strange walking out of the school without my little sidekick, but boy did I get a lot done that morning!

When I picked him up three hours later, he was still playing hard. The teacher seemed somewhat amazed at how well he did--I guess she is used to dealing with seperation anxiety (she got more from me than Jay!). His only tears came when we were leaving and he realized he couldn't bring the truck he was zooming around on the floor.

He goes back on Monday. The teacher warned that there may be some tears since now he knows I leave. But I think he will do just fine. It's me I'm not so sure about.

A Tall Tale

While the boys were subdued with Baby Einstein and goldfish crackers, I snuck upstairs to check my email. Jay immediately began shrieking. I hoped the problem would blow over, but the wailing continued. I ran downstairs, expecting to pull one boy off the other. Instead, I found Jay sprawled on the floor mid-tantrum and Cole calmly sitting in the recliner, exactly as I had left him.

Me: What happened?

Cole: Jay fell down.

Me: He did?

Cole: Yes. And his goldfish fell too and flew up into the air and into my bowl. I had to eat them all up.

I shudder to think of the tales he will invent in a few years when he is really up to no good.

New Playroom Furniture

We bought a table and chairs for the playroom. The boys had a great time building them. Cole discovered he could saw through the styrofoam packing material. After he finished, it looked like it had snowed in our family room. Thankfully, it all vacuumed up easily.

Why It's Tough to Be a Little Boy

Suddenly, one quiet afternoon, we were startled by crying and yelling from the downstairs bathroom.

Rob (running from the kitchen to the bathroom, very concerned): Cole, what happened? What's wrong?

Cole (between sobs): I peed in my eye!