Happy Valentine's Day

A Little Trim

I don't know why I do this to myself, but...

Caleb's hair was getting a little unruly, I'm aware. But the truth of the matter is that I love his long hair. Love love love. So why in the world did I take him to get his hair cut? I just don't know.

Monday, we went to Cool Cuts 4 Kids, which is extremely expensive for a 3 year old's haircut, but they have video games and movies which makes it all fun. And well, video games were the only bribe that would possibly convince Caleb to cut off his beautiful long hair.

The girl who cut his hair was super nice and great with him. The only thing I didn't like about her was the fact that she cut off my child's hair. I mean, really. I LOVE his long hair! I don't know what I was thinking.

But still, he got to play a Cars video game (that was a little too advanced for him since he normally plays Wii video games and thinks that to turn you are supposed to tilt the entire remote instead of just the little control stick. But he still enjoyed it). And he had a lollipop in his mouth from the get-go. So he was a happy camper. His only comment after was that it tickled when she cut his hair.

The end result:


and one sad mommy. Who has to constantly tell her child how gorgeous he is, even though I hate that we cut off all his hair. HATE it. He's hardly Caleb any more.

Needless to say, we will be growing his hair out once again unless he begs to have it cut. And I mean on his knees with tears streaming down his face, BEGS.

The New Sunbeam

Sunday was Caleb's first day as a Sunbeam! I can't believe he is old enough to be a sunbeam. I wanted to cry when I took him up to the front row of the chapel to sit with his new class. Of course, he was all smiles. His whole class was, in fact, while all around them other kids were bawling. But not the sunbeams.

After church, I made sure to get a picture to capture my brand new, all grown up, Sunbeam.


Caleb's idea of having his picture taken these days includes the use of his chair. Even though I opened the front door so we could get some light and told him to come over to me, he grabbed his chair and dragged it toward the front door. Then proceeded to pose for me:


This next one I had to take multiple times because Caleb deemed my early attempts a complete misrepresentation of his artistic style (i.e. I didn't get the foot sticking up in the frame):


And lest you think my child is an angel, here he is in true monster form:

Graham Cracker houses

Pictures of Caleb making a graham cracker house at preschool. He was much more interested in eating the candy and the graham crackers than he was in decorating a house. It mostly survived the ride home, but was somehow demolished while we slept that night.

Pine Cone Reindeer

I asked my sister for some Christmas craft ideas, then forwarded the list she sent me to a friend to see what sounded like it would be fun for our kiddos to do together. She picked pine cone reindeer and got all the stuff for it, so all we had to do was show up and start gluing. Caleb wasn't a fan of the hot glue gun. He'd help with the craft until he got glue on his fingers and then didn't want to do it anymore. Then after a while, I'd convince him to try again and he would participate until he got glue on his fingers again.

We ended up with two reindeer and one little Christmas tree. He liked doing the tree better than the reindeer since he could help more, but once he got glued, he was out on that one too.

Winter Hat

For Christmas, I crocheted Agnes a hat. Caleb loved it immediately and asked very excitedly if it was for him. Sadly, it was super girly looking, so the answer was no. Instead, I started crocheting him his own hat. He helped me pick out the colors and I got to work. Halfway through, as I was about to switch colors, Caleb insisted on wearing his new hat. I should have quit at this point, because several rows later, the hat was much to big for him.

Thanksgiving

For Thanksgiving, we had dinner at the Crowley's house. I was in charge of making mashed potatoes, so I used Pioneer Woman's recipe (which I also made for last Thanksgiving). Once Caleb got all his food, he was really only interested in eating the rolls and a tiny bit of turkey. I insisted that he try the potatoes, since he likes potatoes (or at least french fries) and I had made these ones. He took the tiniest taste, decided they were delicious (which they were) and ate the rest on his plate, then asked for more.

Caleb and Naomi got their own little table to eat at, just the two of them.



Caleb being silly:





Here's a look at everyone else that was there: Amy, Craig, Liz, Cory's mom and stepdad, Cory, and Brandon. And my nice plate of food.


Inspired by Charlie Brown, Caleb had been saying for a while that he likes pumpkin pie. So when pie time came, I made sure to get him a slice of pumpkin pie. Not only would he not eat it, or try it, he couldn't be bothered to stop watching football long enough to pose in a picture with me and the pie.