Haircuts and Hissy Fits...

So it has been a while since Mitch had a haircut. I was planning on taking him to get it cut and it was just getting to be complicated......in other words, I just didn't want to take Abby with us and Steve really wasn't being very much help. So Saturday afternoon I said what the hell, I'll cut his hair. I took the sheers and put it on #7 and started buzzing away. After we were finished, I told him to take off his clothes and go get in the shower. ( I cut his hair outside.....no mess to clean up.) He got no further than the mirror and just started to cry. He was so upset at how short his hair was. I promised him it would grow and get longer.......and his little quick reply, "When mom, next year?" I guess I am hanging up the sheers and let someone else do the cutting from now on.

Well my sweet little Abigail is 18 months going on 18 years. That little thing has developed Att-I-tude. Case in point: The other day we were cleaning up in her bedroom and putting toys away and one particular toy she did not want to put in the basket. The next thing I know, she has thrown herself tummy down on the floor kicking and screaming at me and I am sure if I could have translated the gibberish that she was saying, I was getting cussed out all over the place. The more angry she became the harder I laughed, and the more gibberish that came out of her mouth. 18 months old and has had the first of many hissy fits to come