Crazy Hair Day...

This week is spirit week at the boys' school. We are all very proudly displaying our pride in our little private elementary school, so on Friday night they can hit us up for more money at the annual school auction and we will happily spend & buy to our hearts content. But hey, the auction and other fund raisers are what help keep Sugar Grove one of the best kept secrets (in other words - cheap tuition) in the area. We of course will attend, sans Aidan & Fred because it is the ONE Friday night ball game that Aidan has this spring (unless it continues to rain, and we get more of the beloved "rain outs" mentioned in the previous post).


Any, back to the spirit week thing. Each day they get to do something different. Monday was "Red White & Blue day"... wear something RWorB to show your spirit for America & for Sugar Grove (school colors). The big benefit here is that they don't have to wear their required uniforms, which is always a special treat for the kids. Tuesday came and went with Sunglasses day, which they proudly sported, despite being cloudy all day. Wednesday (today) is crazy hair day. Thursday will be "Favorite Sports team Jersey/Hat day" and Friday is "Hat Day".


So here we are in the Muñoz household happily trudging through the week, and Aidan announces last night that "Tomorrow is Crazy Hair day! What can I do to my hair???" Well, in past years we have noticed that my beloved son's super thick, yet baby fine, hair doesn't do the whole stick up in a hundred directions look very well. No matter how much gel/hairspray/goop we put in it, it will be laying flat by the time he leaves the house in a matted, stiff-yet-still-sticky, mess. He starts thinking out loud & says "I could shave my head bald." After which he sees Fred & I glance at each other like "Hmmmm. Maybe." Upon seeing this glance, he jumps on it. "Yeah, let's shave my head!" I immediately start thinking about where he might need to go with a really short/bad haircut in the coming weeks, and for the life of me, can't think of anything (no weddings/pictures/major events than come to mind), so I agree.


Now Fred begins talking designs.... "Do you want a stripe down the middle, or a lightning bolt, or what about an "A" for Aidan?" (think Letterhead from A&M days). Aidan decides to go with the standard Mohawk, to which I tell Fred I think he should just shave the sides with a 1 gaurd, rather than go straight skin.


After a few minutes in the bathroom, a new hair-do emerges, and Truitt is immediatly jumping on the bandwagon as well. After his initial cut, Fred went back and had to shorten his hair that was left behind, because at his last haircut the girl didn't cut the top short enough. Tonight, if not tomorrow night (after they wear Hats to school for "Sports Team Day"), it will all be cut to one length.

Having shared the picture with a few friends, they all promptly asked me what Meredith's hair was looking like. Don't worry, she was left untouched (for now anyway). I have contemplated cutting down her peach fuzz (what little bit she has) and hoping it will grow in nice & thick... but I haven't gone that far just yet.

Rainy days

I must admit, I do love a good rainy day now. Especially when it falls on the occasional Saturday. Mind you, this is primarily because it means the Muñoz household gets to sleep a little later that day, but nonetheless it gives me a reason to appreciate it. You see, as sweet babies grow up, they become involved. Not with other people, but involved in sports.

I, as much as anyone else, LOVE to watch sports... and I LOVE to watch my kids in sports. BUT, I do wish they didn't start at the crack of dawn on Saturday morning. I remember playing ball growing up, and I can say that we NEVER, and I do mean NEVER, had an 8:30am game.

But these days, because so many of us have over scheduled our offspring, we get to torture ourselves by being up & out of the house before dawn. And then, it runs ALL DAY LONG. We go from one child's game to an other's, toting all the necessities for self & baby (thank goodness she's still nursing & no bottles are needed!), as well as all snacks needed to keep the middle child entertained for 2 hours so as not to drop a mint at the concession stand while "watching" child #1's sport of choice.

By the time you return home, you're too tired to do the laundry, lucky if dinner gets "cooked" rather than "bought", and looking forward to the scriptural Saturday bath so the two Athletes can go to bed (which they happily do, as they are so worn out it doesn't take much for them to fall asleep). Forget the opportunity to go out with your spouse, you will be lucky if you make it through the movie on tv without falling asleep, so your best bet is to just head to bed early yourself.

Yes, I do love the occasional rainy Saturday (but don't remind me that day that I will be facing make up games thanks to the rain... I'll climb that mountain when I get to it).

The Bunny

"The bunny, the bunny, oh, I love the bunny."

I took Meredith the other day to see the Easter Bunny. She was pretty impressed with him. She kind of caught a glimpse before I put her down, and I was suprised that she didn't freak out. When I picked her back up, I turned her around to "say Hi to the bunny". She grinned & reached out her hands to feel him. He put up his paw & she grabbed it. I'm glad I was able to get a picture, because I'm sure next year will be a different experience.

MMMMMMMM food

We've started giving Meredith cereal. She mostly gets it when she is at Sarah's house (the baby sitter), but I did give her some last weekend so I could get a few pictures. She does pretty well with it, and I'm hoping it will help pack a few more pounds on her so the doctor will be happy when I go back in a few weeks for her 6 week check up.