The Devastating Cut

It was a normal April day. Not much had gone on. I was pregnant as usual. My husband was playing golf as usual. My plans after work were to pick up some sweet snacks for cooper, take him to get his hair cut, go to the grocery store, and then if I still felt like it, go to the gym. How was I to know that the day would be cut short by the "Devastating Cut".

I stopped at the Exxon for my ammunition. I got only the essentials (nutter butters, whoppers, oreos, and apple juice). I picked up Coop at school and headed to the Barber Shop. When I got there everything was normal. Men were getting their hair cut, talking about man things, and Cooper was acting like he owned the place. Steve had no idea what he was in for.

I started with the obvious best ammunition. The Whoopers. Cooper got in the chair and Steve attemped to put a cape on him. It was a no go. That was cool. Who needs a cape anyway? It's a lot more difficult to eat your snack with that on. Then he got out the scissors. That is when the chaos began. Cooper began to act as if bats were trying to attack his head. He swung his elbows to the left. Then the right. He had his eyes on those scissors like he thought they may take on a life of their own and attack him. Meanwhile, he was trying to shove as many Whoopers as he could into his mouth. Screaming and ranting and raving wasn't going to keep him from eatting those whoppers. I tried to distract him, but my efforts were not helping. Steve managed to get the mullet under control. Now it was time for the front and around the ears. I suggested we turn the TV to Sponge Bob Square Pants. I thought for sure this would distract him. By this time, I had given up on the ammunition. Cooper was too smart for this though. He managed to watch TV and the scissors at the same time. I had no idea he was so skilled. The only option I had left was to put the child in a full head and arm lock and allow Steve to finish it up. I knew it was going to be hard and that a lot of screaming was going to be involved, but it had to be done. I had run out out of options so I did it. I told Steve to get ready and I went in for the head and arm lock. I was right about the screaming, but in the end he got the cut. I'm not sure what caused the child to hate hair cuts so bad, but I'm thinking that hair cuts are a father/son activity in the future.

The WeeWee Player

It looks as though Cooper has finally destroyed his weewee player. I knew it wouldn't last forever, but who would have thought that it would be this short-lived. One cannot prepare themselves for events like this. I can still remember the moment when I realized it wasn't going to play anymore like it was yesterday. Wait, it was yesterday. Oh well, please take a minute to remember the good times you may have experienced with the weewee player.

WeeWee Player

Dec. 25, 2008 - Apr. 16, 2009

R.I.P.

Last One you're gettin'

I can't believe I'm posting this.

36 Weeks and Counting...

So, I am finally 36 weeks along now. Every move is difficult and everytime I drop something I make an old man grunt sound when I bend over to pick it up. It's scarey, but it's my life now. Lots has been going on. We finally made the big move upstairs. All the rooms are ready and I have to express my utmost respect and gratitude to Modern Antiquity (Cheyne and Kristi Turbyfil) who gave me a lovely shower and an amazing walk-in closet. Cheyne did such an amazing job so if you're ever looking for someone to do custom work on your house please keep them in mind. Enjoy the pics.

More Pics

Only 6 weeks left now!

I know I haven't updated my blog in a while, but I thought I would take the time to inform you guys of my progress as well as post some pics since I "don't post enough pictures." Anyway, things are going well. I had such a great time at the shower. Thanks to all who were able to make it. If you were there, you know that Cooper coined a new term. Cupcakes will now and forevermore be called "party cakes." Ingrid commented that she had never seen a child eat so many party cakes and egg rolls ever. I informed her that for years Asians have been able to put some food down. For instance, the winner of the hot dog eatting contest for years has been an Asian. Asians gots skillz. Even more amazing than that is my mother. Now there is a woman who can put some food away. I hope everyone has a great weekend! Enjoy the pics. Please pay special attention to Cooper's attempt at growing a mustache just like his Uncle Rynee.

Almost 32 weeks now

Well blog readers, it's almost here. On Sunday I will be 32 weeks pregnant. I can't believe how fast it has gone by. I've been through all of the normal stages of an "Arlene" pregnancy. It starts out kind of cute and people make comments like "you look so cute" and "You don't even look pregnant". Then, I begin to get comfortable and the comments change to "you're starting to show" and "it's really all in your belly". Now, I'm in the stage where my skin decides to go through puberty again and I can literally feel my stomache growing every minute and the comments have quickly changed to "Wow you look like you're ready to bust!" and "You have how much longer to go?" I can't really complain this pregnancy though. Things have gone really well so far and I feel great except for some small issues that I won't begin to discuss in my blog. Lilly is incredibly active in the belly. Occasionally, she decides to use my stomache as her own little punching bag which can be uncomfortable, but at least I know she will be able to hold her own. It may be payback for all the "playful" punching I did in my younger day.