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First Hair Cut

Wednesday November 16, 2011.  Alex is 2 years and almost 3 months old.  She got her first hair cut... just the bangs.  I love her hair, soft and wavy.  She loves getting her hair done.  When you call her she'll run to the bathroom, stand on the stood, and let you brush her hair and tie it up.  I think it has to do with the fact that I let her play with water at the same time.  She loves water.  Unfortunately it doesn't stay up... she'll pull out the ties or clips whenever you let her go.  So the hair is constantly in her face.  She'll push it out of her eyes, but it just falls back.  She won't let you clip it up... sometimes you can trick her.  But once she remembers that it's up there, it's coming out.  So I finally cut the front.  Now she has cute bangs.  Crooked, but cute.  :)  No fuss, no drama.  I don't think she even noticed that I cut her hair.... she was playing with water. 

It's For My Sanity

We're going to hire a maid service.  I feel guilty about hiring someone to clean my house.  But it's either going to be that, or a dirty house.  Three services are coming tomorrow to check the house out and give me estimates.  I just hope my cheap Chinese side stays out of it.

I feel even more guilty about downsizing the cats.  (Shh... they don't know yet.)  At least they're staying somewhat in the "family".  I'd get rid of Daisy too, but Ryan would divorce me.

Maybe if I wasn't so sleep deprived I would be more reasonable about cleaning and the cats, but it's driving me slowly insane.

Projectile... Puke.

Alex woke up early today.  That's 7AM.  Yes, that's early in this household.  That's okay though, she went to bed at 6:30 the night before.  By 8AM, Ryan was on his way to dropping both kids of at daycare.  A 15 minutes nap sounded great.  I could still lay down for a few minutes and still get to work by 9AM.  9AM is early for me.  I don't even remember closing my eyes, but it was 10AM before I woke up.... only because the Roomba started.  So I had to work late.  Didn't get the kids home until 8:30PM.  Poor Hannah was very hungry.  She downed 3oz from the bottle in a couple minutes, then nursed... before it all came out.  It's been a few days since she had a projectile puke.  I knew I was due for a drenching.  I also knew that she shouldn't be drinking so fast... and perhaps I should have tried to burp her before nursing.  I had to suction the puke out of her nostrils.  She didn't like that... at all.  I've never seen her cry as hard in her short little life.  Two clenched fists under her chin, eyes squeezed shut, red faced, bawling at the top of her lungs cry.  It was a wrap her naked body in a blanket and give her the boob right away cry.  After she nursed some more (much slower this time), we finally got dressed.  Nursed some more and she finally went to sleep.  1 hour. 

Her acid reflux is getting better... or maybe I'm just more used to it.  And since I don't spend the day with her, I don't notice as much.  Plenty of spit ups still though, just not as much projectile. 

Sisterly Love

Alex loves Hannah.  She loves to touch her face.  And when Hannah wakes up, she'll run to her and give her kisses.  Her cousins aren't allowed to kiss Hannah.  Because Hannah is Alex's mei mei.

I hope she feels this way always. 

Everyone's On Board

She has her whole posey with her today. Elmo is in there somewhere.