Wacky Hair Wednesday

Today was Wacky Hair Wednesday at Colton's school, so this morning I put about 1/2 cup of gel in his hair and made a mohawk.  Neglected to get a picture, but that's not the point of this post anyway.  While Colton and I were in the bathroom using the blow dryer to solidify our masterpiece, I heard Mack crying in the other room.  I yelled out to Casey to ask him what he did to her (and maybe that sounds presumptious, but let's face it:  that is usually why Mack is crying).  He came guiltily sprinting down the hallway, like that would somehow create an alibi after the fact.  ("It couldn't have been me, I was right here the whole time.")  Mackenzie then rounded the corner holding the scissors I use for crocheting.  Casey said, "Uh-oh, Mom, Baby has scissors!!"  Now, I baby-proof the shit out of this house, so I know I didn't leave them where she could reach them, but whatever, blah blah blaaaahh I'm in a hurry go find your shoes I'm not dealing with this right now go go go hurry up.
It was when I was changing Mackenzie's diaper that I noticed the scratch on her face.  I asked Casey if she had been crying because he scratched her, and his response was to leap behind a chair to hide from me (translation:  YES).  Then I started brushing her hair to put it in a ponytail, which was when I noticed that her hair seemed to be falling out in clumps.  It was all over my pants, the carpet and the hairbrush.  After about 2.6 seconds of panic, I finally put the damned puzzle pieces together:

Casey the Bean, in the living room, with the crochet scissors. 

(and this is just the chunk that I found on top the storage unit-- which, incidentally, is where I keep my scissors.)

"Uh-oh, Mom, Baby has scissors!"??  That boy.

On a side note.... perhaps this beastliness comes from his mother.  I was driving home from the bank earlier today when a school bus pulled out right in front of me.  I'm a pretty laid back driver in my old age (cruise control at 60, hang out in the right lane, listen to music, avoid the aggressors).  But really... that bus pulled out right in front of me so I had to hit the brakes fast.  I said, "Are you freaking kidding me??"  Then Casey piped up from the backseat:  "Are you freaking kidding us, Bus??"  Eh.  At least I didn't say the other F word.

Kingdom of... Heaven?

Saturday.  Casey and Mackenzie's Nap Time.  Let's Do This Shit.

Colton focused as I've never seen him focus to complete this project.  I only wish homework was that easy for him.

Admiring the finished product.  But.... but wait....

Behold!  On the horizon, a new enemy lurks!

The eager eyes, the wanton curiousity!

HE CAME TO DESTROY.

"Halt!  Who goes there?  Friend or foe??"  (Seriously, Colton actually said that exact line.  Mackenzie's $1.29 Goodwill Royal Carriage is always spewing nonsense like that.)

"Push all you want, peasant!  I will casually continue to enjoy this feast of grilled cheese while I fight you off with my one apathetic arm."



Aaah, the temporary (and, dare I say, smug?) satisfaction of being bigger and stronger, and yet having no clue what awaits him when that gap narrows in a few years...

 But for now... the Kingdom is saved! Victory!

And yes, more grilled cheese.

I mean, it kinda serves Casey right.  Yesterday, I was getting after him for throwing a fit about one thing or another, and he said, "Oh!  I'm sorry, Mama.  But that's a beautiful necklace you're wearing."  Whaaa?... Eh.  Mmmph.   *throwing hands in the air, eyes rolling, giving up, going to sleep*

Meanwhile, back at Ye Olde Genetic Modification Plant.......

P.S.  Saturday night dinner sans Shawn:  Grilled cheese on the couch, Spiderman in the DVD player:

When Picking Battles, Camouflage vs. Plaid Does Not Qualify

Colton's school made a fun week for the kids since it was the last week before holiday break.  Wednesday was winter hat day, Thursday was pajama day, and Friday (today) was fancy dress day.  I let Colton choose the hat and pajamas he wanted to wear, but I had a 'formal wear' outfit laid out for him this morning.  Only.... when he came out of his bedroom, he looked like this:

... which is not exactly (or even remotely close to) the outfit I picked out. He was dead set on wearing it, though, and thought he looked AWESOME. I'd have to be a huge jackass to argue with that.

And, well, the fact is... he kinda does pull it off! He's like a hot mess of awesomeness.

 

 

Weird S#!t That Casey Says: Volume 24, Chapter 9.

Tonight, I was cutting up bits of chicken for Mackenzie's dinner tray when she wandered in to see what I was doing.  I wasn't particularly worried about her proximity, as she's only about 2 feet off the ground and I'm, like....a grown-up.  But Casey came running into the kitchen, blocked her path with his workbench hammer, and said, "MOM!  You have to be careful!  You're going to cut her head off!  And then she won't have any head, and there will be no CHRISTMAS!!  But.... if you're berrrrry berry careful, and you don't cut her, then.... WE CAN STILL.  HAVE.  CHRISTMAS!!  WOO-HOOOO!!"  And off he ran with his hammer, undoubtedly to continue to save the world.  And Christmas.

The End.

"Not subject to misinterpretation or more than one interpretation"

This is so geeky of me, but I can't believe 'stick-to-itiveness' is an actual word in the dictionary.  Were 'tenacity' and 'perserverence' just not enough for people?  That's right up there with making 'hella' a synonym for 'extremely' or 'surpassingly'.  It just.... mmph. 

Also, I was on the phone with my mom tonight while she was in Toys R' Us, trying to figure out what to get the kids for Christmas.  I told Colton what she was doing when I said goodnight to him, and his response was, "Umm, obvious!"  I asked him what he meant, and he said, "Hot Wheels!" in his most 'obvious' tone, with the most 'obvious' look on his face.  I mean, he's a good-natured kid and he didn't say it with attitude or anything, but... how do they go from being little kids to being people so quickly??

Three Things!

Firstly, I introduce Luke-a-saurus Part III, made for Luke's 2nd birthday.  I don't want to sound overly confident, but I like this one!  Makes me feel better about Luke-a-saurus Part II, the first hat I ever made, which can now retire into rookie oblivion.  

 

 

 

 

 

Secondly, I would like to introduce Uncle Cupcake. 

 

 

 

Saw him on a profile pic on Facebook and showed him to the kids.  Shawn said, "Hey, guys?  I want to show you a picture of someone special.  This is your uncle that you never knew about.  His name is Uncle Cupcake, and he's coming over tonight to meet you!  Only he doesn't sleep well on the couch, so he'll want to sleep in your firetruck bed in your room."  Every time Abby barked outside that night, we would say, "Oh!  Uncle Cupcake must be here!"  Unfortunately, Shawn messes with the boys so often that they really don't scare easily.  His last-ditch effort was to make this mask at work, wait until nightfall, and sneak around to the back of the house to knock on the sliding glass door until they answered....  

 

I think he should have at least changed his work shirt.  They barely even flinched.

  

 

 



And lastly, I now have three helpers in the kitchen.  Total chaos, but they love it. 

 

 



Breaking Down The Bean

Heh.  Remember when I said that thing about posting something every day for 365 days?  That was funny.  Also, it's never gonna happen!

The Bean had his Halloween party at preschool today!  He's dressing up as a rocket this year, but when it was time to pack his costume in the car and leave for school, his outlook on that turned into a big HELL NO.  Luckily, I forsaw this change and had a back-up costume in mind-- the Angry Birds hat I made for Colton last year.  He wears that around the house sometimes, so it wasn't as big a deal as putting on an unfamiliar costume that might gather unwanted attention.  (I was still surprised when he put it on without complaint and didn't even try to take it off when we got to his school.)

He was a little nervous when we got to his classroom and everyone was dressed in costume, but he sat down and started on his morning project anyway, and didn't even notice when I left the room.  Later, when I came back to pick him up, I was waiting for his turn to be called to the door to come out and meet me.  Every other kid had already left when his teachers called me over, laughing to each other. 

"We're just letting Casey finish eating his cookie."

And there he was, sitting alone at his table with his hat on, carefully nibbling on his Halloween cookie. 

To explain, Casey has never eaten in school, though they always have snack time.  Not even when it was someone's birthday and a cupcake was sitting right in front of him.  He also won't eat at Grandma's house.  Or Memere's house.  Or at birthday parties.  It's some kind of performance anxiety, I think.  I mean, I don't 'think'.  I know.  I know what it feels like to be that kid.  To rather curl up into a hole and disappear than to be noticed doing anything.  But he's trying, and he took a step forward today-- he wore a hat to school, and he ate a cookie.  It may seem small, but it made my day.  And I love his teachers for understanding the magnitude of it, for not calling attention to him as he was eating, but for quietly celebrating amongst themselves-- and with me-- and giving him a high-five on his way out.  He had a good day.

HAVING SAID THAT....

You still don't ask him to pose for your dumb camera.  Jeez, Mom.

He can't take it.

It's killing him.

It was at this moment that he realized how funny he must look.

I broke down The Bean.