Lila Gets Her Hair Cut

I've been putting this off for months.  I have envisioned putting Lila in the hair cutting chair only to have her collapse into extreme meltdown, totally terrified of scissors cutting off her hair.  But her hair finally got to such an unruly point that I either needed to get it cut or start saying she was the neighbor's kid.

So I took her to Beckie at Hair Lovin' in downtown Overland Park, she's amazing, by the way, if you're looking for a new stylist.  Though she says she doesn't know why anyone listens to me and comes to her because I get my hair cut about two times a year.  Anyway, Lila sauntered right in there, waved to everyone, and scurried up into the chair.

Notice the macaron bribe on the counter.

For the most part Lila did a great job...until Beckie wanted her to keep her head straight, and the tears started flowing.  Lila is apparently more of a cocked head kind of gal, and would NOT keep her head straight.  But I quickly morphed into the kind of mom that I vowed I would never be and turned on Netflix.  While Lila's eye glazed over, I grabbed her head with my hands and held it straight for the rest of the cut.  Problem solved!

Success!

Right around the end of the haircut, I thought about how you're supposed to save a lock of your child's hair during their first haircut, but then I thought about how we were recently looking through my grandmother's photo albums and my dad found Olive chewing on and swallowing a large chunk of blonde hair, presumably my mother's or my aunt's.  Soooo I'm gonna go with no hair saving in our house.

I told Lila that after the haircut she could go get a cupcake at Small Cakes in honor of Aunt Jessie's birthday and for doing a good job, but they were sold out! So I had the brilliant idea of getting her one at Wal-Mart and letting her eat it in the car.

"Mommy, it's yike soap."

Mmhmm.

What's New Pussy Cat?

So we have a bit of a feral cat problem in our neighborhood.  Scratch that, not our neighborhood, but a chunk of about nine houses with ours in the middle.  We were really upset with these kitties a few months ago because the dad was swaggering around with a big oozing sore on his neck, crawling all over Lila's toys in the backyard.  Lovely.

So we called animal control, and did you know that they do NOTHING for feral cats?  The only thing that we could do would be to somehow trap them ourselves and then animal control would spay and neuter them for the low low price of $25 a pop.  Then they would give them back to us so that we could set them free back in our yard. Tempting.

We now have another problem:

 the mommy had kittens and they are soooooo cute!!!

And they play inside of Lila's barn!  Awwwwwwwwwwwwww!

We also seem to have another problem with the person who cleans the windows.

And it's also a little scary to be sitting at the dining room table and look over to see five cats staring at you.

The Hutsons Go Apple Picking

I haven't been posting lately because I try to post interesting things.  Our days at the moment go like this: wake up, Lila says something about Daniel Tiger, I feed everyone, Lila watches Daniel Tiger, I make macarons, Olive eats like five things off the floor that she isn't supposed to, Lila plays pretend about Daniel Tiger, Olive gets stuck under the dining room table, we go to bed.  I might feed them at other points throughout the day, but this is a basic summation.  Not very interesting. 

But today, we mixed it up and went apple picking with the Reids and the Kidds!  Apple picking has always been special to me because my family would go when we were little, and Johnny and I went every year together in college and in Philadelphia.

And now we get to bring the wee ones.

Olive got to ride in style the whole morning.  She had a strap to chew on...she was in heaven.

The orchard that we went to was called Cider Hill Family Orchard up North.  It was super cute, but I will say that it was a little picked over.  Lila did find a few trees that had apples low enough for her.  "The apples on the ground are for the animals," she continued to remind herself.

I wish I had gotten a better picture of Lila and her buddy "Cahhhter," but this picture of Carter being nice and sweet while Lila spins in front of him pretty much sums up their relationship.

And I can't wait until these two get a little bit older and can really play together.  Lila loves her cousin Chloey, and between the two of them I think they bit into about 15 apples.

And thanks to Danielle for understanding that when you take a family photo, you need to press the button about 7 times to get a halfway decent picture.

  Umm sorry Olive.

I'd say a very successful apple picking extravaganza.

And hey, it's just across the highway from a great strip club called Whispers, so it's got that going for it.

Eight Years

Eight years ago today, Johnny and I went on our first date...so did five of our closest friends.