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Friday, December 18, 2009
First Haircuts!
The time finally arrived. I could not live with Megan's mullet any longer. It was so bad that we couldn't leave the house without putting in pigtails.
John's hair was short everywhere but in a few scraggly locations around his ears and on the back of his head.
I decided that we couldn't get one haircut and not the other, so this morning Tim and I took them to Cookie Cutters in Canton. This place is great. John got to sit in a car and Megan sat in an airplane. They watched an Elmo DVD and ate a sucker. Megan got at least an inch cut off of the back to even it out with the rest if the new growth that she has. Sadly, there will be no pigtails for a while. I am just thankful that there is no longer a mullet!
There were NO tears! They did great. It might have been more traumatic for me than it was for them! Each got to take a balloon home and didn't want to leave!
One more thing to write in their baby books...if I ever get to them!
John's hair was short everywhere but in a few scraggly locations around his ears and on the back of his head.
I decided that we couldn't get one haircut and not the other, so this morning Tim and I took them to Cookie Cutters in Canton. This place is great. John got to sit in a car and Megan sat in an airplane. They watched an Elmo DVD and ate a sucker. Megan got at least an inch cut off of the back to even it out with the rest if the new growth that she has. Sadly, there will be no pigtails for a while. I am just thankful that there is no longer a mullet!
There were NO tears! They did great. It might have been more traumatic for me than it was for them! Each got to take a balloon home and didn't want to leave!
One more thing to write in their baby books...if I ever get to them!
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
How Preemie Moms Are Chosen--by Erma Bombeck
Did you ever wonder how the mothers of premature babies are chosen?Somehow, I visualize God hovering Earth, selecting his instruments for propagation with great care and deliberation. As he observes, he instructs his angels to take notes in a giant ledger."Armstrong, Beth, son. Patron Saint...give her Gerard. He's used to profanity."Finally, he passes a name to an angel and smiles. "Give her a preemie."The angel is curious. "Why this one God? She's so happy.""Exactly," smiles God. "Could I give a premature baby a mother who knows no laughter? That would be cruel.""But does she have the patience?" asks the angel."I don't want her to have too much patience, or she'll drown in a sea of self-pity and despair.Once the shock and resentment wear off, she'll handle it.I watched her today. She has that sense of self and independence so rare and so necessary in a mother.You see, the child I am going to give her has a world of it's own. She has to make it live in her world, and that's not going to be easy."God smiles. "This one is perfect. She has just the right amount of selfishness. "The angel gasps, "Selfishness! Is that a virtue?"God nods. "If she can't separate herself from the child occasionally, she will never survive. Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with a child less than perfect. She doesn't know it yet, but she is to be envied.She will never take for granted a spoken word. She will never consider a step ordinary. When her child says "momma" for the first time, she will be witness to a miracle and know it.I will permit her to see cleary the things that I see - ignorance, cruelty, prejudice - and allow her to rise above them.She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life because she is doing my work as surely as she is here by my side.""But what about her Patron Saint?" asks the angel, his pen poised in the air. God smiles."A mirror will suffice."***
Sunday, December 13, 2009
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