Beggar’s Night and a Brow Wax, Woo-hoo!

Tonight we had a great time as usual at Emily’s house for Beggar’s Night! Well, everyone but Sophie that is. She had to pull a few Diva tricks and act like she HATED wearing her chicken costume and HATED being in her stroller and ya da ya da, but we still managed to have fun! Since she was such a grump, this is the best picture I got of her last night in her chicken suit:

Sophie chicken -none too pleased

I promise you, she was totally adorable! But you’ll have to take my word for it! Joshua and Kate, however were ALL SMILES:

the hulk and snow white!

Sammy was the Poisoned Apple to Kate’s Snow White, and he was the most scrumptious apple ever!! I wanted to eat him up!

this poison apple looks awful sweet to me

Ok, now on to the stuff you REALLY care about!! MY EYEBROWS!!

Well, I am pleased to announce that it hardly hurt at all! Seriously! It was NOTHING! I got all worked up over nothing, basically. So, I am dumb. But we all knew that already, so let’s move on and see thems BROWS, mmkay??? Here is the new, improved version:

new brow

You can see the before picture here. No more hairs underneath where they should be and no more creeping towards the middle! Yay! And here’s my new haircut:

new haircut and got my eyebrows waxed

Take a good look, as it will never look like that again, ’cause I CANNOT flatiron it like that. But I am VERY happy with the cut! Now everyone in the Dayton area, go visit my stylist Janelle and tell her I sent you! She is awesome! She totally kicked booty on the brow wax!

I have lots more great photos of Beggar’s Night that I’ll share on my Weekly Winners post this week. Have a great weekend!

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Brotherly love

Tonight as I was putting Kate to bed, I was thinking about this post, in which I asked all of you lovely readers just what, exactly, having two kids was like.

The responses were mixed (Aunt Diane said it would be lovely, Jenny said it was going to be TORTURE. And yes, that is a direct quote). Now I can see that you were all right.

While there are many, many times I feel like I am in over my head, and so often it’s hard to know exactly what to do first when the baby’s crying and EVERYTHING is an emergency with the four year old, times like tonight make me so thankful that we took a leap of faith and decided to have another baby. (There’s also a post rolling around in my brain about the often-unasked but ever-present question of “How can I love another as much as my first?” but I don’t have the insight for that one at this hour).

Tonight, Sammy and I went in to tell Kate goodnight. I sat down on the edge of her bed, holding Sam, and he dove head first into her lap. This struck her funny and she laughed and laughed as she held her little brother. And Sam, well, he LOVES Kate. He absolutely lights up when she is around, and tonight was no exception. Seeing them bring such joy to each other absolutely warmed my heart.

This love-fest ended abruptly when Kate pushed him off her lap and said “Mom, get him away from me, he looks like he’s going to throw up.” But it was nice while it lasted.

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No Human Growth Hormone Required

This weekend, I watched Sammy age two years right before my eyes. And I didn’t like it! I nearly cried.

At the ripe old age of six months, he got his first hair cut. And suddenly, he looked like a two year old. When I showed Jenny the pictures, she said “He doesn’t look two, he looks twelve!” But he does look awfully cute. Wanna see?

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He is such a big boy. And it is so depressing.

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