I have these photos floating around on my computer, and I’m not sure what to do with them. All I know is that one night #1 and P*Tricky came home looking like this. Apparently they were accosted by some psychic face painter at the Westport Flea Market. Whatever it was.. I’m impressed that P*Tricky managed to hold on to his man card even with a star on his face.
Here are the Four Stages of Face Painting….
Dapper!
Denial
Shock and Awe..
Acceptance
I took #2 to Hardee’s today… I’m not sure why. I guess it’s because I thought I would get out of there cheap… and I knew he would love a good cheeseburger.
Here he’s opening his bacon ranch fries..
#2 loves ranch dressing, bacon and french fries. I talked about
#2’s love for ranch dressing here.
I should have recorded the noises he made while he ate these..
I tasted one.. they were a little freaky to me.
I wonder what he’s contemplating?
He also ate this.. along with the bacon ranch fries.
Yes.. he ate it all. I believe he has a tape worm or
something. Just look at this..
Besides a haircut.. here’s proof he needs to eat a sandwich..
probably not one of those double cheeseburgers everyday…
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I could blog about any number of things.. Vacation Bible School Shopping, losing my earpiece, the up coming mission stay, my children doing something nuts…. The man and his undying devotion…
But since all I have blogged about lately is animals..
I will blog about my favorite animal.. our dog.. Porky.
I’m not sure what is going on in this photo.
EEWWW…. Porky looks like he has the mange on his neck or something..
I have NO idea what she is laughing about.. but it’s a cute picture don’t you think?
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What the dog could look like if he didn’t have the mange… He really doesn’t have the mange.. he had a scrape.
Today was not only the birthday of our nation, but it is the long awaited day where I take the time out from cooking, parenting, eBaying and blogging to cut the hair of men who live in my house.
The first one up in my chair of horrors beauty is The Man. I told #1 I wanted her to document this event for my blog. The Man nixed that idea, because “he didn’t want his picture taken”. Huh.. what a grouch. So there is no before photos to show you of his shaggy head. I should tell you I DID cut it too short.. but that’s what he get’s for refusing to come to my blog party.
He still looks cute.
Oh look.. grumpy CAN smile… oooh he’s going to be mad at me for this.
Next up.. #4. It used to be REALLY hard to cut this kids hair. He would scream, cry and in general act like a brat. He’s so much better now. I didn‘t think about taking a before photo of him. Not because he didn’t want his picture taken like his father, but his dad set me so off balance I just forgot to do it.
#4 looks good, and he was still the whole time.
Here’s #5.. flashing the Spiderman gang sign…
Whoo-hoo he’s cute!
I don’t know how to warn you about this next kid. He’s a real problem. First of all he could be a donor for “Hair Club for Men”. He has enough hair to cover Mr Cleans head 5 times over. He usually complains the ENTIRE TIME I cut his hair.
Don’t you like how this kid DOESN’T CARE that I am going to put these photos out there
for the whole world to see?
Look when he smiles he’s pretty cute…
Gee they don’t look too happy do they?
That’s more like it..