Parks, apples, and shovels

What a strange combination, right? Do tell...

Yesterday we met a friend of ours at Turkey Swamp Park for a while. It's nice to hang out with Tracey because her boys are pretty rambunctious and it makes me feel better to know that other moms have kids like mine! One of the things Hannah and Simon like about this park is the small climbing wall. Of course, to insure mommy has at least one heart attack at each park outing they like to do things like sit on top of the rock wall! AH!

We all shared our lunches with each other. It didn't take Seth long to discover that Tracey had some ranch dressing for the carrots she brought. Well, Seth just helped himself. Thank god for baby wipes and kind friends who share!

After the park I brought all the monkeys back home. Seth fell asleep in the car about two minutes after we got in the car. They way they schlump over always looks so uncomfortable. Since Daniel had taken the day off for our dentist appointments I got to go to the grocery store sans kids! It's so nice to have no children with you. I don't think I lingered to long but I did linger a bit. I found something that I had to buy at the store though! I found Paula Red apples. What kind are those that are named after my mommy? Hum, I must try them and find out.

Well mom, your apples are a bit tart. In a good way though, a lot like a granny smith. Upon asking Hannah what she thought they tasted like she said, "Yummy... but they are a bit sour."

And the shovel, what about the shovel?

You know how some people say things about how when someone was eating they sure were shoveling it in. Well, Seth was literally shoveling food in his mouth this morning.

Toddlers and haircuts

Sometimes theses things don't go so well together.

I took Simon and Seth in for a hair cut today. Seth should have had one while we were in Denver but my Aunt doesn't believe in forcing haircuts upon kids. I can totally understand why because who wants to traumatize a kid for years to come and what hair dresser wants a screaming kid in their chair? So, after a good early nap and a big yummy lunch I packed up my herd of kids and headed of to the mall.
All was well until Seth realized that he was the one getting a hair cut. He shook his head no emphatically. I tried to get him to sit in the fun little tractor chair and he responded with a scream and a head shake. Uh, oh. Are we going to have to skip. Again! He'd already had 2 prior hair cuts and done just fine with them. What's up? Oh, yeah... he's a toddler! Toddlers don't wanna do anything they didn't decide on.

Well, the older lady just asked me if I wanted to hold him. I agreed and she went to trimming. I do hate to force kids to do things but come on, you need a freakin' haircut. He calmed down when she was almost done. Thankfully it's a kid hair place so we didn't scare away all the patrons.
This picture was taken mere minutes after he was done. Already back to happy. Toddlers are strange little creatures. Sheesh, that was a lot of hard work for a quick little cut but now he looks like a little boy and not a rag muffin. Alas, I am coated in fine blond hair! Good idea to wear a black top today.

He pulled this on me last week at the doctors for his 18 month check up. (BTW he is quite healthy but only weighs in at 20.5 lbs. I think Oliver out weighs him at 4 months old! Hey, maybe now I'll have someone to give me hand me downs! Sweet.) Anyway, when we were at the doctors he was fine until the nurse came in and told me to take his clothes off. That was it for him. He told me "no" and began to cry. What, to many shots? I struggled just to get his shirt off over his head because he was holding on to it very tightly. The weight and measurement part was quite a loud mess but darn it, I wasn't coming back. Once the nurse left he was okay again. He didn't get as mad when the doctor came in and she did her quick assesment with him sitting on my lap. I think Seth really might remember that the shots are given by the nurse. I'd hate to be the nurse if all kids saw me and started to cry.