May 25, 2013

Mr. Man's 1st Haircut

Hair is kind of a big deal to me.

Partly because I'm from Texas, where hair is big in general. 

But also because my wild 'n' crazy mane has played an all-too-significant role in my life story. It started off slow-growing. My mom had to put headbands on me so people would realize I wasn't a boy. 

True story. 

And then BOOM. Once I hit kindergarten, there was no turning back. The curls were on the loose. Strangers felt compelled to pat my hair on a regular basis.

Curly Sue? Shirley Temple? Annie? "Do you know how much people pay for curls like that?"

If I had a nickel for every time....

Even though everyone else seemed to love it, I constantly struggled (and still do!) with managing my unruly 'do. Haircuts were a necessary evil - no way to know how they'd turn out. (Why couldn't I just have hair like the "straight girls"?!) 

If I'm completely honest, I was a bit concerned about what would happen if I had a boy with curly hair.

Don't get me wrong: I know plenty of handsome dudes who have made it work. But knowing what a struggle it was for me as a tot, I wasn't sure how it would turn out for my little fella.

To my surprise, howev, it seems Bryson's follicles are heading in the absolute OPPOSITE direction. 

Straight as a pin, his main hair concern is what we could call...uneven growth. Wings. Mudflaps. A reverse mullet of sorts, where the hair right above his ears was completely showing up the rest of crew.

So this past Monday, after almost 19 months of goin' and growin', it was time for the first trim.

Cute name, huh? It's a chain!

 You sure about this, Mom?

We got to the door, and the power was out. They said they couldn't do cuts because the clippers were out. I assured them scissors could do the job, and we were IN ;)

Figured the airplane was appropriate for the "wing" analogy.

Final moments - had to document the reason for the season!

 Totally fine...

...a bit perturbed...

...aaaaand OVER IT.

But Mama packed jelly beans. Crisis averted.

He naturally has mohawk-ish tendencies, so she went with it and put a little gel on top ;)

My dream guys. Just when I thought they couldn't get any more handsome.

So that's the story of Bryson's first haircut. No power, a few jelly beans, and a whole lotta cuteness.

Anyone wanna guess how long it'll be til we need trim #2?

In the comments below, tell me: What's your best (or worst...) hair story? I know you've got one.

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April 28, 2013

Progress Check: Little Man at 18 Months

In honor of Bryson's 2nd half-birthday, I'd like to take a few moments to reflect on his current personal profile -- the skills, talents, interests, quirks, and such that we want to save in this digital time capsule of a blog.

I'll follow the formula I established in his 15-month update. Here we go!

Height - 32.75"
Weight - 25-26 pounds
Head - TBD at 18-month appointment
Runs around like a big boy. True toddler!

LOVES to be outside.
Gardens (eats dirt) with Daddy.
Still dances if the right beat comes along, but would prefer to run.
Shoes are a must when we go out - he's gotta run free!
Still enjoys a nice pair of shades.
Initiates wrestling with cousins on a regular - gotta watch that.
Favorite play partner - still Daddy! Nobody earns a belly laugh like him.
Still loves pushing buttons - any kind, anywhere.
Will go on walks with me IF I pack enough Goldfish and Cheerios to keep him happy.
Loves to run up and down the sidewalk and between the houses in our neighborhood.
His Gymboree this month is his near 24/7 playtime with cousins!
Total wildman playing on the big spongey wedge cushions at Nana and Pop's.
Likes to scoot on bikes and Plasma Cars.

VERY friendly. He has a very quick, straight-up, straight-down "Hi." wave he offers to people.
Likes to blow smoochies when the spirit moves him. Selective with REAL smoochies.
If he's not in the mood to FaceTime, he'll let me know by demanding my attention through (sometiems violent) physical attachment.
Loves going to Ms. Diane's and playing and learning two days per week!
Still not sure about the nursery at church. It's hit or miss.
Has been great about seeing family! Takes a bit to warm up, but then he knows their names and gets right into the swing of things.
There have been days this week when he's been pretty clingy - but I'm okay with that. I'll take extra snuggles any day!
Likes to pat us on the back sometimes when we're holding him :)

Usually will say "please" or "thank you" on request (not otherwise!)

Everyday words:
Bolt (Daddy's proud of that one - learned on the playground)

I know I'm forgetting lots...I'll come back to update!

Names (new since last update): 
Aiden, Avery, Luke, Leah, Kayleigh, Jacob, Nana, Paw Paw, JoJo, Tutu, Pop, George (as in Curious)

Animal Noises
Monkey (looooves Curious George!)

Eats pretty well! Appetite depends on the day.
Pretty good with fork, less so with the spoon.
Still has a bad habit of throwing food when he's "all done" with it.
Favorites/staples: Bananas, grapes, steamed zucchini, peanut butter waffles, colby jack cheese sticks, tiny sneaky bits of sweets (if I'm selfless enough to share)

Still hates having his hands and face wiped after a meal.

All in, except for the pointy ones!
Big white front teeth, super-useful molars. (Probably thanks to the "tooth juice" fluoride drops.)
Still a great teether - we don't know they're coming til they're already there.

Lookin' Good
The faux-hawk is growing in strong.
I think we'll do a first haircut soon, as the hair behind his ears is looking kinda creepy.
He still gets called a "pretty boy" a lot.
I think he looks a LOT like me in my toddler pics, but he sure is handsome like his daddy.
Eye color seems to be settling into a greeny-gray. (Yes, he can list that on his driver's license.)

Still enjoys kicking back with hands behind his head.
Naps once a day, usually 1.5-2.5 hours shortly after lunchtime.
Usually goes down between 8-8:30. Wakes up around 6 to nurse, then back down til about 7:30.
Started covering him with a light Aiden + Anais blanket to feel more cozy.
Still using a binky and clip for sleeping and "emergencies" if needed in public (church!).
Listens to Hidden in My Heart lullabies (Volumes I and II) on iPod during sleepy times.


Bathtime duty still alternates. Daddy is all about the glowsticks!
Loves to splash. And try to drink the water when the tub is drained.
Always waves "bye-bye, bathtub" upon exit. (That's how he first learned to wave!)

That's it. He's the man. So crazy and fun to watch him grow and develop into a little person.

There's a lot going on in our lives right now, but it's so important for me stop and capture this stuff before it fades away.

What do YOU need to capture before you forget, and what are you waiting for? Open up a Word doc and write it down today! 

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April 18, 2013

Our Worst Case of Jet Lag...Ever.

Earlier this week, B and I flew through the sky, over the ocean, and across a handful of timezones to visit the Lone Star State.

(His daddy's holding down the rainbow for us 'til we return.)

Writing a post about our flight adventures has been on my list for almost a year now. But this post isn't about our flight adventures. 

This post is about the ridiculous consequences of our most recent one.

When I speak of such ridiculous consequences, I speak of jet lag. To be honest, I used to scoff at the term. Like it was made up or something. 

It's not.

In fact, for those of you unfamiliar with it, here's the definition, courtesy of Merriam-Webster:

Fatigue? Check. 
Irritability? Check. 
Spontaneous emotional breakdown in front of father, sister, son, and bro-in-law? Check-check.

Let's back up a bit.

In the week leading up to our departure, B developed a bit of a mild cough, which disturbed everrrybody's sleep each night. By the time our departure day rolled around, I knew it hit me. I had a cold too. 

All things considered, our redeye flight was pretty uneventful. Out of the seven-ish hours, B probably slept about five. I was in and out of consciousness, making sure he was as comfy as possible, snuggled up with me in the seat. 


We arrived, bleary-eyed, but running on adrenaline and the excitement of seeing Texas fam for the first time in months. We got our traditional Shipley's breakfast and cousins came to play. 

B was happy as a clam while I (a bit compulsively) unpacked and got us settled for the visit. 

Honestly, I was shocked (inspired?) by how well he was coping with the time change. He was FULL of energy, running around like a wildman and playing with his cousins. He eventually took a short nap, then came back for more.

All was well, until it wasn't.

Later that evening (or was it afternoon?!), I had a breakdown. My dad asked if he could leave to go handle something up at the office, and I lost it. 

I was SO. STINKING. EXHAUSTED. Just the idea of surviving dinner, bath, and bedtime alone on what felt like half a brain pushed me over the edge. 

I burst into a mess of tears, right there in front of my dad, my sister, Bryson, and my bro-in-law. (Who asked from the safety of the next room, "Aren't you supposed to cry when you're LEAVING? You just got here?!")

My dad, flabbergasted by the ridiculous response (although he really should be used to it by now after raising four daughters...) said, "Well I'm sorry! I won't even think about leaving now!"

I was a mess. Sweet Bryson grabbed a Kleenex and started wiping his face out of precious empathy.

Through the sobs, I laughed at myself. "I'm sorry. I have literally no good reason to be crying. There is no secret emotional cause. I'm just tired! Like exhausted. I just want to relax. I want Bryson to sleep well. Since I don't see that happening, I'm a crazy person."

Minutes later, I snapped out of it. I hadn't had a good cry in a while, so maybe I just needed a release.

Then it was Bryson's turn to take a spin on the jet lag train.

After the cousins were gone and the toys were shelved, it was time to set the bedtime routine in motion. I knew we were in for something special, considering the tiny amount of sleep and massive amounts of playtime we were working with.

We sat down to the table with some strawberries, Wheat Thins, and a peanut butter waffle (don't judge).

The rest of the story speaks for itself. 

(Note: Be sure to turn up your speakers so you can hear/see what happens at :29.)

I originally recorded this just to send to his daddy, who is missing him like crazy. (Thanks for sharing us with Texas, Jerm!)

But then I realized it was too funny/cute/pitiful not to share with everybody.

Immediately after the sleepiest dinner of all time, we headed to a quick bath and got ready for bed. Except for a 30-minute period when he sat quietly in his crib, pondering life's great mysteries, he slept remarkably well for the entire night! 

As for me, his crazy mother, I felt MUCH better after a shower and getting some work done. A day or so later, we're almost adjusted.

As it turns out, our worst case of jet lag of (ever) was pretty entertaining. Even still, I'm hoping to spare the tears next time. Unlike Bryson's sleep-eating, it's just not cute.

What are your best tips for avoiding jet lag? Share them here in the comments!

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