Whirling Dirvish Photography

It was in November. I had the babies at home and dinner on the stove.

Then, the eldest pranced in and told me she was cutting her hair for the boys on TV. Ok, I thought. I think I’m gonna need a bigger glass of wine. I followed her into the living room where I had left it on a family channel of some sort and we sat and watched ‘Locks for Love: The Documentary.’ My innocent little love had mistaken the heart torn little girls on TV for little boys. My heart sunk as I realized her meaning. Wow. At 4 years old my child had realized a need greater than herself. A thoughtless act that helped another smile. As I struggled to breathe through a tear sodden throat, I took her in  my arms and explained what Leukemia was and that those little boys are actually little princesses just as herself. 

Well, now, realize that she is (was) 4 and is still grasping time in its entirety. So every few weeks the ‘haircut’ and ‘wig’ issue was firmly thrusted back into my remembrance. Well the day came. Today.

So to that perfect little girl who desires her blond locks to return. May my daughter’s 10 inches give you some hope and happiness.

Of course the haircut stimulated my camera itchy trigger finger and I had to capture my still young spirit while she is still mine.

Lastly, if you personally know Shae and I, then you know that both of our children favor my husband… But now…. I finally see me. I’m smiling.

When you throw in 2 special boys + authentic New Orleans cajun cooked mudbugs + absolutely divine weather = one heck of a party.

Father and son were able to celebrate among TONS of family, friends, dino cake, ice cold beer, and an inflatable kid corral.

300+ photos were evidence that it was a great time or I had one too many coronas…

If I were to award Granparent emotion of the year, it would be to Tony. I love this picture!!!

With about 20+ kids attending; I was able to absorb and take in the multitudes of edible cheeks and thickly lashed doe eyes.

Lastly, our chunk met his match. I’m pretty sure the rockin’ tee intimated him. At the end we were well acquainted with each other’s drool dripping plugs. We’ve already decided that with the harem, (see lovely lashes above), that Braden has accumulated he’ll need a good wing man for when they wreck havoc at aTm. Either that or they’re destined to be USA’s next bobsled gold contenders… we’ll see ;-P

 I’m sure you’re thinking, why in the world would a person weedhack through such lovingly wisps of baby hair? Well, after I got over the shock of actually changing, altering, treding upon the sacred baby puff, I thought the change looked cute. As in: I’m a baby with parents that like to live vicariously through my hairstyle, not the I’m 30 something  Hot Topic worker and have a faux-hawk to display my lackluster childhood.

I had to actually disengage myself from the situation, as I could just see dangling ear drums and gashes that would require ER attention. Soon Shae presented a gleefully delighted child that just realized he was the center of all local affections.

On a side note: Our newest additions to the family have come to a very dramatic and drastic demise. Our fish, Chuck and Larry, were sadly disposed this past week. After seeing their bowl become a bit murky I decided to clean it. Chuck or maybe it was Larry decided to take matters in his own fins and leap directly down the disposal. Whoops. Said a short prayer and sent the little guy to fishy heaven. The latter was soon replaced in a clean fresh bowl to only pass away within 5 minutes. The Sherlock in me was a bit surprised when the truth was uncovered at dinner time.

MaryAnn:’ Momma, I cannot have milk with dinner tonight.’

Me: ‘ Why not?’

MaryAnn: ‘Because it didn’t give the fish strong bones, it killed them and I don’t want to be dead.’

Me: SNORTING!!!!

Milk does not do the fish body good.

Everyday we do the same. Wake, coffee, potty, shower, dirty diaper, giggles, sausage, eggs, lunchbox, kisses, be good or your dead threats, job search, email, job search, email, sunkist tuna, mom, words with friends, baby bye-bye, chubby clapping hands, skillet, zimmer, butterflies, ants, check dinner skillet, dirty diaper, bubbles, baby powder, pajamas, email, teeth, and back of eyelids.. repeat. This is ours.

But last weekend we did this…

Unfortunately, the bubbles took a little longer than normal and I grabbed these two first… Oh, we had fun.

PS I FINALLY FIXED MY COMMENTS SECTION!!! I had to dismantle due to the mass amount of spam but it’s back up!

That’s all:

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