Afraid it won't grow back

Patrick keeps telling me Possum needs a haircut. He says his hair is out of control. Unlike his brother, Possum was not born with a full head of hair. There is a Filipino custom not to cut hair till the first birthday. Well we are well past that and I still don't think there is anything to cut. I have posted a photo of the back of baby's head to illustrate the errant strands Patrick believes are growing out of control. One man's out of control is another woman's " progress indicators". Here's to hoping we DON'T get to the second birthday without baby's first haircut!




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I LOVE cupcakes with chocolate frosting

no other words necessary.....

Cleanliness is next to....

Such different boys!  Ethan LOVE LOVES LOVES to brush his teeth!  At home, he will often go 4 or 5 times to the chair in the bathroom, climb up it and request his toothbrush and "toothsoap".  For Christmas, Santa even brought him a set of 5 new toothbrushes!  Boy was he excited!  Now the thing is, I'm not sure he really enjoys brushing all 12 of his teeth or if he just likes sucking the toothpaste off the brush.  In any case, it's nice to have one of them already pre-disposed to good oral hygiene!  And maybe, just maybe it's rubbing off on Scrumpy.

My Left Foot

I have been wanting to post about this phenomena for weeks now, but was really afraid Nena Monks would be upset. 

Possum has this one sock/shoe issue.  From as long as I can remember...roughly 16 months or so, he has always been more comfortable with only one sock on.  Even when he was too small to move or wiggle, you would look down and low and behold, one of his socks would be missing!  Now that he is older, he purposely removes his own sock.

Evidence of the one sock man throughout the months:

Well coupled with one "sock-ness", Ethan has also developed a fondness for throwing things away.  To date, he has thrown my phone in the garbage, put a can of pumpkin in the washing machine, and placed several full sippy cups of milk in places they shouldn't be. 

With this track record of behavior, we were under the assumption that when one of his black shoes went missing that he had once again, thrown it away without us knowing.  For days, we combed the house looking for the black shoe wondering where it was missplaced.  One evening, we watched as Possum picked up a toy and walked over to the garbage and threw it away.  Alarms rang in our head.  More so, because Nena Monks had spent hard earned money on these shoes and now they were gone.

So for weeks, the lone survivor sat on the ledge missing its partner.  I didn't have the heart to throw it away as it was a gift of love from Nena Monks.   Well thank goodness for Gilligan!  On his way to the doggie spa, he kicked up his heels in the Jeep and unearthed the missing shoe, wedged under his carseat!  The pair was reunited and have gone back into Possum's shoe rotation.  All is saved Nena Monks, Gilligan saved the day.  Next step, finding a trash can with a lock.