Haircut, beach, and other stuff

So here is the haircut pic, 6-8 inches shorter than it was and I actually straightened it! (gasp)

I always feel like such an idiot when a picture is being taken of just me. It's like school picture day all over again!

Anyway, a couple weeks ago we went and visited the in-laws and went to the beach! Very fun times. Bubba pretty much ran around in the waves with his cousin for 5 hours non-stop. Trey pretty much ate chips for 5 hours non-stop. And lucky me, Samuel stayed home with his G'ma Lovely! Here's some pics of all the fun:









Let's see, nothing else exciting has happened for me to blog about. Besides a crazy teething screaming baby, I've just been taking care of the usual stuff.

Wait, I know! I got new running shoes yesterday and was so excited about it, that today I ran 4 miles and my ankles don't even hurt! Woohoo!

Oh yes, and I was pretty excited about the fact that Thursday I went to the dentist and didn't have any cavities. That's right folks, I will be 30 soon, and still don't have a single cavity. I don't have much to brag about physically, but cavity free teeth, I will brag about!

Electrocution = Zombies

Okay okay, still no picture of my hair, I know. But in order to post a picture, that requires me to actually take one, and in order to take one, I have to actually look good...and do my hair. And for that to happen, there has to be some sort of motivating reason. Like...if I'm going on a date with the hubby, or to church, or something. Hasn't happened yet, but I promise, a picture will be taken and posted soon.

A quick funny thing from this morning: Trey was inching towards the cable jack which he KNOWS he's not supposed to touch. That makes the TV turn off and we all know what a disaster that would be, especially during Spongebob or Max and Ruby. Anyway, Bubba, who is my little policeman in the making, always enforcing the rules, saw Trey going for it.

Bubba - MOMMY! Trey is gonna mess with the TV! He's not supposed to touch that!
Me - Trey, don't touch that, you know that's a no-no.
Trey - Oh. 'Cause if I touch it then I will get electrocuted and then I will turn into a zombie?
Me - Uh...
Bubba - Yes Trey, you will get electrocuted and turn into a zombie!
Trey - Then Jesus will come and make me not a zombie?
Me - Uh...
Bubba - Yes, Jesus will come and make you not a zombie.
Trey - Mommy, will Jesus come and make me not a zombie if I get electrocuted?
Me - Uh...

What do you say to that?! On the one hand it's cute they think Jesus will save them, on the other hand, zombies? Electrocution? What is going on here?! Clearly I need to pay more attention to what is being taught in their Sunday School classes! lol

American Idol Poolside?

Trey's swimming lesson teacher is so funny... When they have them practice floating on their backs, the teacher tells them to pretend they're stars, to spread their arms and legs out so they are in a star shape. Then he has them float in that position while he sings "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star." Well, I was sitting on the edge of the pool (because Trey was having issues) and about halfway through, he must've realized I was hearing his singing, and changed his voice like...well...like he was on an American Idol audition. Seriously, his voice got all serious, like he thought he was singing all good or something. And he wasn't doing it to be funny either, his face was serious, as serious as his rendition of "Twinkle Twinkle."

It was all I could do after he was done not to say, "That was a little too cabaret for me..." or "I just wasn't feelin' it dog..." or "You should keep on going after your dreams!"

I'm normal!

On Thursday I treated myself to something I don't normally get. A haircut. Seriously though, I just forget about it and before I know it it's really long and driving me crazy. Plus, now that I'm approaching the big 30, I now have little gray hairs sneaking in. Well, not gray exactly, more like shiny sparkley silver hairs, that become the focal point of my entire head.

Anyway, instead of just rushing over to Cost Cutters, or Great Clips, or some other equally quality place to get a 15 minute hair cut, I decided to go to my sister's sis-in-law to get it not only cut, but also highlighted. I was very excited. Maybe a little too excited, but that's what happens when you're a mother of 3 boys age four and under, and you're looking forward to a couple of hours away from home.

I told Josh I was going to chop it off, and he was scared. My hair was pretty long, but I was sick of it. So I had her cut off at least 6 inches, and now it's shoulder length, with light brown highlights, and I love it! Now I can actually straighten it, it won't take forever, and it will look good. Apparently Bubba likes it too, because this morning he told me, "Mommy, you look beautiful. You look like a normal girl." So there you have it folks, I'm a normal girl!!

Swimming lesson blues

So, swimming lessons started last night for J.J. and Trey. I was very nervous for it. I wasn't sure that J.J. was going to go into his class at all, what with the crazy anxiety attacks he had for the first 3 weeks of summer preschool. But amazingly enough, he went right in! Of course I was right there at the pool with him and every 2 minutes he would look for me and wave and say, "I love you Mommy!" But I don't mind that so much! :)

Trey on the other hand... I knew it was going to be bad. At my mom's pool he won't even get in the water unless we drag him in screaming. But I had hopes, high hopes, that being in a class with other kids and a fun teacher would make a difference. I was clearly delusional. Instead, as soon as they called his name to join his class, he took off running! I literally had to chase him down and carry him back to his class screaming. Luckily, I wore my swimsuit under my clothes because I had to get in with him. He ran off a couple more times and cried about 75% of the lesson. I guess I endured 8 weeks of swimming lessons last summer in a "mommy and me" class with him, while I was 5-6 months pregnant mind you, for nothing! He doesn't remember a thing and actually, has regressed as far as being comfortable in the water. Oh well.

I also have been reminded, again, that I need to teach my children how to be politically correct. There were 3 incidents at the pool last night to drive this point home.

1. J.J. sees a rather large woman with her child in the baby pool and says, loudly, "Mommy, why is that big huge girl in the baby pool?"
2. Trey sees a black lifeguard and says, "Mommy! Look at that lifeguard, he's all black!"
3. J.J. sees a very overweight woman in the locker room afterwards with her kids and points saying, "Mommy, look at that big huge mommy over there!"

All were said in the innocence of childhood of course, but still... In Trey's defense, all those 16-17 year old lifeguards, even the white ones, practically looked black! Someone needs to teach them about skin cancer.