For the first 14 months of his life .. Luke went hair cut free.

He walked around like a mini Albert Einstein. Everyone commented about his curls, the height, the color.  

Then the day he turned 14 months old - Snip, snip went mommy’s scissors.  Just in time for his sister’s birthday party. 

Perfectly neat on all sides.   I was proud of myself. I hadn’t used a bowl or a guide of any kind and I managed to get a thumbs up from everyone who saw the new ‘do.
My little boy was growing up. And luckily no comparisons between Luke and Kate Hudson’s son were ever made.

Then again at 18 months.  Snip, snip, snip went the scissors some more.

At 22 months, he let me cut one side and a part of the top of his head of hair but then got very annoyed.

My mother suggested we take him for his professional haircut on his second birthday so they could even everything out.

So today, at one day before his second birthday, Luke sat in a red toy Jeep hair cutting stool, didn’t complain as the cape was placed around him and sat for his first professional hair cut while he watched the Elmo DVD the barber plugged in.

His talked about curls were cut off as he sat.   And I nervously watched as the hair stylist’s scissors snipped lower and lower in length.

At one point she asked if I wanted the buzz cutter to be used.  Oh no, I quickly responded.

Shortly after that, the scissors had done their job and Luke was dipping his hand into a pail of lollipops.

We left the children’s hair salon $40 lighter but armed with a celebratory balloon and certificate of his first hair cut to proudly display.

And of course a photo to remember the day he graduated from haircuts by mommy …

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My mom friends have all been checking in on me for the past few days.  It’s sweet. I think they were really worried I went into labor early and forgot to tell them.  Highly unlikely ladies.  Rest assured, I’ll be happy to tell you when my son or daughter’s feet have been removed from my ribs.

But because it’s Monday and well, Mondays are just annoying even if the weather outside is delightful, I decided to move my “to do before labor” list aside for a few minutes (like 60) and check up on some cool moms.  Of course, now I feel the need to take it upon myself to let you all know what is going on with them. 

I’ll probably get into a bit of trouble because it seems like my snark-o-meter is on the high dial today but who gives a strawberry cupcake.  I have less than a week to go people!

Let’s begin, shall we …

Tracey has always had a better body than me. I’ve known it since she came up to me at a party last year and introduced herself. I’m fully aware I have hips. Not the oh-so-trendy curves of America Ferrera pre-Ugly Betty. I have hips.  Good ones for “birthing babies”.  So I’ll never be able to pull off the outfits Tracey wears or the lack of outfits you see in her bio photo on my website.  But today, all out pre-natal rage jealousy set in as I saw her newest website photo of her lying on a beach in a gorgeous bikini.  Sure, I’m due in a week (think beached whale) and she’s not pregnant but it doesn’t seem to matter in my little desperate to be induced brain.
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I begged Whitney to take me on her family vacation. Just me. With her family. Forgetting about my two little ones and the “any day now” birth of my third little one.  I haven’t had a family vacation in 3 and a half years so forgive my crazy thoughts which were apparently so crazy, Whitney responded to my desperate plea for a vaca – any vaca … with silence.
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Don’t worry Liz, my daughter has worn jeans from Old Navy. Or maybe it was H&M but to be honest, any mom who is going to scan and judge my daughter’s clothing in order to determine whether we fit into their label crazy mommy playgroup is a mom I don’t want to be around. That probably explains my lack of attendance at the many across the city who have extended self serving invites to me. 
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Jessica was nice enough to forgive me earlier when I cancelled our lunch plans for later this week. They were scheduled for the exact same time I was having my son’s celebratory 2^nd birthday lunch!  Clearly realizing I’m insane but still a nice person to know so she just responded saying “You’re pregnant, you have mommy brain!” which is a really nice way of saying “Idiot, this better be your last kid if you have trouble remembering their birthdays.”
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Bunmi has a secret.  One I won’t divulge because I wouldn’t want La Leche coming after me for not getting on her case about it.  But what I can share is the fact we shouldn’t be allowed to have high tea together. We apparently aren’t civilized ladies.  And should stay a full coast apart from each other in order to prevent all the wickedness which will undoubtedly ensue.
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My friend Jess ran track in high school and through most of college so she has a few more years experience when it comes to running and sweating and doing crazy things most of us would never even think of doing.  I reminded her two weeks ago that in November I would be running the ING New York City Marathon.  This morning, I mentioned it again when I emailed asking her to email me work stuff.  She is definitely shocked I still plan on running it.  Hmmm.. maybe she can stand in for me.
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Sometimes the best laid plans are just that… plans.  They don’t come to fruition. But not for lack of trying.  Sometimes unforeseen things just happen.  They can’t be helped.

The Kids and I were supposed to go to a local nursery school’s spring fair today.  It was a fair slash fundraiser where I would buy tickets in order for the kids to participate in various activities like face painting, necklace stringing, walking through a maze and getting their photos taken in front of a fire truck.  A win-win situation.  The school gets some money and my kids could participate in some activities all little ones seem to enjoy.

It would be a nice calm afternoon of fun after they woke up from naptime.  I had it all planned. We would enjoy the weather.  A nice change from the Nor’easter we recently had. We would be outside our apartment. Always good since outdoor play space is much more fun than adhering to the rules of playing indoors.  And most importantly, I would temporarily forget about work and deadlines.

Bathed, dressed and ready to go were the kids when my back gave out.

Gave out as in one minute I was standing. The next second, a sharp pain shot through my body – more specifically my lower back — and I collapsed onto the nearest thing I thought would support me so I didn’t end up *smack* on the hardwood floor.

I found myself leaning on my daughter’s chair (packed to the top with her stuffed animals) for support. I cried for her to get me the phone from the other room so I could call for help. While I waited, the pressure from my body leaning onto Natalie’s silently screaming stuffed animals (they were being suffocated by my weight!) sounded my son’s race car that has an engine which turns on by touch.

Spent the rest of today being carried to and from the bathroom. Being turned from one side to the next on my bed trying to find a more comfortable position and upset that my kids’ day was ruined.

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