Friday Keith's hair was a mess. He had been to visit Ralph the Hairdresser.
That is what my Dad would say when we woke up with a rat's nest in our hair. That or monsters had been sucking on our heads.
Either way, Keith's hair was out of control.
And so, rather than stop for the two minutes it takes to comb his hair, I took him to the Barber.
The last time we had gone it hadn't been pretty. I was 8 months pregnant, and Keith was squirming and screaming. Mike the barber gave him a sucker, but it immediately got hair all over it, and holding him down, holding him still while Mike worked was hard work.
I don't know if I will ever forget those screams.
Which is why it had been nearly two years since he had a real hair cut. Mine usually end up slightly funny looking. I try, but don't always succeed.
Now, he looks awesome.
He told the lady he wanted his hair like Iron Man. I told her I wanted it Missionary cut. She tried to please us both. I think Keith is the happier of the two of us. It is a little too short for my taste, but it still looks good. And now, he is one tasty little morsel!
Saturday the sun decided to grace us with its presence.
I ventured outside, pulled out the lawn mower, and went to town.
It was looking like the Amazon decided to move to my yard.
During the never ending winter months, I had missed the smell of freshly cut grass. The hot sun on my back as I pushed the mower. I missed the sweat trickling down my face as I soaked in the moment. Truth be told, I really enjoy lawn mowing. It is a time where I can be alone with my thoughts, and not feel guilty because I am actually doing something productive.
The first lawn mow of the season, and it was perfect.
While I was out there, I decided to plant a few more flowers, and dead head the lilac bush.
It was just me, the earth, and the plants in the purple twilight.
I felt so alive, and so happy to be sprucing up the yard.
Evidently, the mosquitos were happy I was out as well. I counted 15 bites on my legs.
How is that fair? Mosquitos are out already, and we have barely had any sun!
In other news, today is Jeffrey's last day. I think I have mentioned that before. It is a very bittersweet day. I will be so happy to have Jeffrey around more, but man alive, that boy messes up the routine! I have a hard time getting everything done when he is home. The kids want to play with him and all chores are disregarded when Daddy is around. It makes it hard. For both of us! He tries to do homework, but it isn't very easy with little hands and feet trying to play on his lap, hitting the keyboard, and distracting him. But we will manage. And I will love having him around more. That is the best part of all.
Also, yesterday we heard from our friend Gary. The owner of this house. He has been over seas with the military for the past year. They just got moved to temporary quarters, waiting for their replacements before they can come home. I must say, that is also bittersweet. We are excited to see him again. We really have missed him a lot. On the other hand, I DON"T want to move. I love this area, I love the yard, I love the ward we are in. When he bought his house, I don't think he realized what an amazing area it is. I never knew what an amazing area it was until moving here. So sad that our time here is coming to a close.
And so, we are going to start packing up the things we don't use regularly. Getting it all packed and moved to our shed so we can be out the day before he gets here, with very little stress. The good news is it means major de-junking time. I love de-junking. It is a little hard because my husband is a major packrat. But I am seriously tired of moving junk from one place to another. So, we are going to be busy the next month or so. Sigh. I guess it is true when they say nothing is so good it lasts forever.