Okay, where does time go? Seriously, I will not die before I’m 260 because there is just too much to do in this lifetime and not enough time to do it!
Weekend was crazy busy. Creating for HOURS (kicked to bed when Sweet Peter got up for the day. And he slept in until 4am. WHOOPS!) Course it’s all super-secret-surprise-y type things so I can show you NOTHING here which really makes me cranky. Cause I’m LOVIN’ the stuff I’m working on. Promise to post some not-secret things soon. And someone give me a swift kick in the arse to get my inspired stuff done, eh? I cannot stand 99% finished projects. Why not just finish them and get them on display?!!? WHY NOT?! Good question. But that’s the way, in’nt it?
Okay, so besides the normal weekend things (grocery, dump, errands), we celebrated farm stand openings and purchased WAAAAYYYYY more fruit and veggies than we can possibly eat before they turn. HURRY HURRY! And, a tradition we started last year, Oliver gets to pick the flowers that will dress up our flower boxes. He did a fantastic job, I think:
I could have spruced up my pictures, especially that bottom one in photoshop a wee bit while it was in there…hello levels? whatever. this is sloppy SUPERFAST blogging. They looked mighty good and happy yesterday, but our freaky unseasonably warm New Hampshire weather turned on us today. Rainy and cold. The flowers looked so cold this morning shivering under RAW raindrops. I miss the sun. Everyone do the sundance now, please.
While planting flowers we also re-potted about 8 houseplants. I have several more than still need to be done, but don’t have the pots to do it. I will be happy when I have my roof/living room fixed up and the plants can move back around the house. Having them all in one big pile in the studio is tough. It is spring, so hopefully soon.
Yesterday was also haircut day for Oliver. You’d think this wouldn’t be worthy of mention on a blog. You, obviously, have never heard the ruckus my child throws over a haircut. When we say “You need a haircut” he must hear something like “You need to have your arm cut off with a rusty old axe!” Seriously, you can hear him yelling four counties away. And the whole time “Don’t cut my ear off!”
I use buzzers. So when he was like 3 I tried to make him feel better. “Look, you can’t cut anything but hair with the buzzers.” and then showed him on my hand. Well, as it turns out, you CAN cut skin with the buzzers if it hits on the backside and WOULDN’TYOUKNOWIT I nicked his ear that same day. Perfect, eh? But he was yelling about not having his ear cut off before that and it was only the tiniest little nick. Now he yells “Don’t cut my ear off!” interspersed with “PROTECT MY EARS!” because I put my hand by his ears when I cut around them now.
So I get the bright idea yesterday that we’re going to have FUN while we cut his hair. (Oh! one more note about my child — he wants his hair to lie FLAT and he’s the neatest thing on two feet and can’t stand to be dirty. “dirty” includes anything sticky OR wet (water included.) He totally freaks out about the THOUGHT of even putting “jelly” in his hair.)
Why I thought this would work, I’ll never know, but it actually did! “Oliver, let’s put on a little show! We’ll spike your hair, then shave it off. We can even do a mohawk if you like in between!”
“YEAH! I want to see the mohawk! You’ll shave off all the jelly, right?” Took a couple pictures in the middle of the haircut and he was happy as a clam. Can someone please explain a five year old to me? I’m at a complete loss.
Anyway, I did think it was funny that I used almost half a bottle of gel and I still could hardly get his hair to stick up. It’s a good thing he wants it to lie flat, because that’s about all it will do! Notice the bit falling down in the front the two seconds it took me to get the camera.
Hope everyone has a super-fun SUN-filled week! Do that dance!
