A few updates
Posted on January 27th, 2009 by Laura
We had a lovely incident yesterday. Thomas was watching Thomas and Friends and, of course, he was a little too close to the tv. We have a little table for Thomas that he loves to play with and it was also too close to the tv. He was climbing on the table and it slipped out from under him, causing him to hit his head against the edge of the entertainment center. It took over an hour and half to calm him down with multiple rides in the car. He was rather traumatized. Here’s a picture of the results. It looks a lot worse today because it’s all scabbed and such. It was pretty hard to look at it, though.
So, that’s a sad thing. Today a good thing happened. Ben installed some blinds in our kitchen! It looks so much better now. Here’s some pics.
Thomas’ Grapes
Posted on January 14th, 2009 by Laura
So, I went to my mom’s house on Monday for dinner. We had bbq chicken, corn, baked potatoes, yams, and grapes. It was a good dinner and Thomas ate quite a bit. He especially loved the grapes. He asked for more at one point and we gave him a bunch. Well, we got into a conversation and weren’t noticing what Thomas was doing. Then my sister, Lisa, looked over at Thomas and asked, “Thomas, what did you do?” He had bitten off half of all of the grapes and left the other half on the stem. It was so funny! Here was a stem full of half-eaten grapes! My mom took a picture.
It’s hard to tell, but the bottom grapes are indeed bitten in half, too.
“What could be worse than being the bishop?”
Posted on January 13th, 2009 by Ben
Unfortunately, the people who would truly get that joke will probably never read this, but it’s funny to me!
Sunday as I was getting ready for church I got a call from the bishopric: “can you meet with me 5 minutes before church?” You know what is coming when that happens. I wasn’t able to make it before church (still had to get Thomas ready), so I met with Bro. Shumway after the block.
I got called to be as Webelos leader.
Okay, technically I got called as a co-leader with a member from the 2nd Ward. Neither of our wards has enough kids, so we’re combined. I didn’t think I would be getting a calling in the scouts anytime soon, but apparently I was wrong. I’m a bit overwhelmed and lost at this point, but I haven’t been set apart or been given any information (aside from the calling and the name of my co-leader), so I guess that’s not unexpected. And it’s nice that I have a couple brothers who’ve served in scouts (one as the Webelos leader) so they can give me some direction and help me feel a little less overwhelmed, they’ve been helpful already.
Well, I’ve never turned down a calling before, so that’s that. This will be an adventure!
Hairbrained
Posted on January 3rd, 2009 by Ben
Yes, I know it is harebrained, but that simply isn’t applicable in this instance. And what kind of English major would I be if I couldn’t create and pass off my own words? Honestly.
One of my cousin’s blog posts reminded me of cutting Thomas’ hair, and while leaving a comment on her blog, it turned out to be a little bit long so I decided to turn it into a full-fledged blog post of its own. Thomas doesn’t mind the clippers when Daddy is getting a hair cut, he’ll just run around yelling ‘hair!’ But once it is his turn, he gets violent!
So, a few weeks ago we gave Thomas a haircut (he hadn’t had one in about 5 or 6 months, so it was definitely time), right after Laura finished giving me one (thinking that since I just had it done, he would be okay with it… pipe dream, I know). The entire time, he screamed at the top of his lungs, thrashing, squirming, and I had to hold him like a vice. I’d hold one arm around his body to keep his arms from entering single combat with the clippers (or Mommy), and the other I would wrap around his forehead to hold it in place. Traumatic for the little guy? Quite possibly.
Then a few hours later, after he was bathed and cleaned up all nice, we noticed a red mark under his now-short hair, some red on his shoulder, and he had a red mark on his forehead. Then I noticed the red on his arm was shaped strangely like my fingers. I told you he thrashed! He’s not exactly a weak kid. Traumatic for Mommy? Absolutely.
Laura is determined that next time Thomas needs a haircut, we are taking him somewhere and getting someone else to do it. And hopefully he’ll be a better boy, and we can see what they do that we didn’t (if he IS a better boy) so we can repeat the performance.
Oh, and we also managed to nick his ear and neck a bit, so he was bleeding as we finished up the haircut. But both of those were done bleeding (and didn’t scab) by the time he got out of the bath tub, so you couldn’t tell anything had happened (aside from his pockmarked appearance).
Upon seeing the fruits of our labor, Laura lamented “if anyone saw Thomas now, they’d think we beat him.” On the up side, he looks fabulous with his hair cut, just like a junior adult.
