every captive thought

Here is what I don't understand.  James has a perfectly good, comfortable, cozy bed...yet he often chooses to sleep right on the floor.  Why? This morning I got out all of Jamesie's old baby toys for Jude.  He loved them. I have mentioned before how very traumatic haircuts are for Jamesie.  He really hates them and it's no picnic for me either.  Nana suggested that she take him to her hairdresser.  Brilliant!  Here is the before.  (He was a little fussy). The back before. Curls and all. And here is the after. Nice and neat. During previous haircuts, James would scream and cry and make it generally unpleasant for everyone within earshot.  But with Nana and Papa...and Ms. Pam...he did great!  It probably helped that Ms. Pam gave him a cookie! She did great!  I love his new do. As predicted, it was super cold today with a little bit of snow.  We all snuggled down tonight to keep warm. James and Jude. Here are some p...

James is not a huge fan of getting his hair cut. At all. The first time was absolutely traumatic...for James and for me. The second time was not much better. So I've been putting off his third haircut for some time now. I called Mom this morning and recruited her to go with me...because I am just not ready to go by myself. Here are James, Puppy and I bracing for the worst... James putting on a brave face... And TA-DA! We did it! This is the best he has done! He got through it like a real champ! What a big boy.

Today Jenniffer took me to lunch at Crush for my birthday. It was delish. And she got me one of my beautiful wine glasses. Bradley got home from work early and we took Jamesie for his second haircut. The first one was super-traumatic...for us and for James. This one was no better...trauma-wise. This was before the hair-cut...a little shaggy and long. Brad was designated baby-wrangler last hair-cut so I got the pleasure this time. So far so good...no big deal. He gets a cool little cape and a new friend to flirt with. She even gave him a hairbrush to play with. Super fun! And that's when the clippers came on and all hell broke loose. I've never been one to mind attention...but this attracted some very unwanted attention. The kind of attention you get when people think you are ruthlessly torturing your child. I held on for as long as I could but I had to call in the muscles. What can I do to make this a less traumatic event? I mean...I get it...I can understand how freak...

James' hair has always been an issue of grave concern to me. I have always obsessed over it. I have fixed in "the cupie doll", sticking straight up, curly all over, the "church" do, and the messy look. But lately it has taken on a look all by itself that I have not been very fond of. We've called it "the Donald"...as in Donald Trump. You know what I mean....all combed over and very toupee-ish looking. Except all curly in back. It has also started to bother me that whenever we take him out anywhere someone always asks how old "SHE" is. Even though he is dressed all in blue. Therefore, James had his first haircut today. It was traumatic for him. Catastrophically and horrendously traumatic. The sweet lady was so patient and really did a good job considering he was doing everything within his power to get away from her. He even squirmed right out of the little cape they put on him. Brad had a death grip on him. It started out innocently enoug...