6... I can't believe he's 6!
He woke up this morning, (in our room because Uncle Simon was here last night) bright and early. Could hardly wait to open his present. He'd been promised a morning present since Dave has a PTA meeting tonight. As it was maybe 6:30 at best, I told him to go back to sleep and wake me when it was light. I could hear him rolling around restlessly. Then he got up and started creeping around the room. I could hear a bag crinkling.
"Go back to sleep!"
"Ummmm.. I'm just.... trying to get some... ummmm.. exercise?! Yeah!..... I'm just getting a little exercise since I've got a long day of school ahead!
Right. Actually, having a mother's 6th sense, I knew what he was really doing was searching for his gift! He'd almost found it last night and I re-hid it. It was in a crinkly bag as his clever ears detected and he was searching out all possible crinkly locations!
Please note new haircut which was precipitated by school photos! I balanced on a knife edge the night before, just about to run out the door to book club when I remembered that I'd meant to trim his hair. I held the scissors in my hands and thought that perhaps it would be best to let sleeping dogs lie, as it were. Being the adventurous type that I am however, I snipped once and sealed his fate! It became rather more than a trim as you can see. He looked at himself in the mirror as I was leaving and siad "I look DUMB!" I laughed and laughed, because truthfully, he did look rather funny! I think it was the transformation of saucy surfer dude to Christopher Robin that was kind of startling! As it was, I had to facilitate the haircut like this:
Mmmhmmmm, that would be a dayglo blue sucker you're lookin' at!
Worked like a charm..

