The haircuts!

And now what you've all been waiting for - the haircuts! Well, Andrew spent a few days with the odd sort of pageboy look before we made it to the salon. The hairdresser wanted to do Elizabeth first, thinking she would set a good example for the younger one. But no, Elizabeth was too nervous, and Andrew was eager to hop into the chair and watch an Elmo DVD.
He was perfect - never flinched or reacted at all.

Nothing seemed to phase him.
And there was a cool book about firetrucks.
And after, doing his patented pose. He liked our fussing over him and telling him he was handsome. Let the record reflect, though - it's Daddy who thinks we went too short.
Elizabeth, on the other hand, was nervous about the whole thing. She clutched Rich's arm during the hairwash.
And she was really not eager to climb into the chair.
But she settled down, thanks to a Dora DVD.
Combed out when wet, her hair reached nearly to her waist. We had it cut to just below her shoulders. I was nervous going that short, worried it would curl up too much and be frizzy, but the cut really took out a lot of the wild curls.
It's a good length on her, though I think I'd like it to be a little longer. And of course Daddy wants it to be waist-length, still.
The hairdresser offered to french braid it, which I can't do and Elizabeth loves, so we took her up on it. So it's hard to see the finished result, but she was very happy.
Andrew was a little perturbed that there was so much hair on the floor.
And one picture from our vacation the week after the cut, that shows her with her hair down. It's got a fair amount of wave, especially in the front, but stays reasonably controlled. And Andrew is now a big boy. Everyone who sees him - in the neighborhood, at school, other friends - all comment on the change. But, if you ask Andrew who cut his hair, he scowls and says, dit da!

beach!

Wow, am so far behind in posting! Blame it on the elusive camera cord, which keeps disappearing! So before we get to some of the recent stuff (first day of school, the haircuts!), a little catching up.

First weekend in August (right after the Elizabeth teeth incident, but before the Elizabeth cuts Andrew's hair incident), we went to Chincoteague for a much needed break. They loved it!

And lucky us, it was the last weekend of the carnival.
When Elizabeth was Andrew's age, she HATED sand. Basically, visiting the beach was an exercise in torture. She's over that now, and Andrew? Well, he's pretty much a fan, too.
We spent an hour or so at the playground, and despite having fallen and banged up her teeth just the day before, there was no slowing down for Elizabeth.
Bottom line: a great trip!

Not for the weak

What is it they say about parenting not being for the weak? Well, we've had a fun few days here.

Friday Elizabeth fell on the playground - with the nanny, not us. Knocked back her top two front teeth, and we can't tell if she broke a third tooth or if it got jammed up into her gum. The dentist is not worried, and we had just scheduled a checkup for three weeks from now, so we'll see what he says then. She woke up Saturday morning with a hugely swollen top lip and said, but I can't even kiss!
We've not been able to get good pictures - she's slightly self conscious and we don't want to make her more so. The swelling has gone down, and it is possible those front teeth will realign, so we will see what happens.

Apparently not content with her own damage, tonight Elizabeth took the scissors to Andrew's hair! We've been talking about getting haircuts, and I had a semi-firm plan to get it done Friday afternoon. That plan is firming up as he looks ridiculous. Rich has been suggesting we trim up his front bangs to get them out of his eyes, but Elizabeth decided taking the bangs up to the scalp was a better option.

She put a tiny heart sticker on his forehead when she was done. Sigh.
It just makes the rest of his curls look ridiculous. Andrew is not entirely happy - he kept touching the top of his head and gesturing at Elizabeth at dinner with some dissatisfied grunts and complaints.

She hid the chopped pieces under a cushion on the couch. At the sight of those chopped off pieces I couldn't help it and burst into tears. Have I mentioned he looks ridiculous?

But we'll get it fixed, it's only hair, and it was time, anyway.

She did say she cut some of her hair, but given her mop it's not noticeable, but she'll get it trimmed up on Friday, too.

Baby hair, baby teeth. And Rich left tonight for a work trip, back Wednesday night. It's all good. Though I think I need a drink.