A Look Back

As I've mentioned before, a big reason for starting this blog was to "scrapbook" without the paper. I don't feel like I've done a very good job of that, but like I've said in the past, I guess something is better than nothing.

Since I've been in another blogging slump, and with a whole year of Rowan behind us, I decided to go back and read ALL our blog posts. What's the point of a scrapbook if I don't ever look at the pages?  Do any of you other bloggers do this?

It took a while, and was kind of strange.  I liked it though.  It was fun to look back on the past year or so and see what was going on. I noticed that a lot of the stuff we're going through right now {expecting #2} is very similar to our experiences the first time around.  A lot of my horse worries are exactly the same, go figure.  Re-reading my breastfeeding issues was a little depressing, knowing I'll be going through that again.  Hopefully this time, being a seasoned vet, will make it a little easier.  There were a few reminders of "to dos" that never got done.  And seeing things like the driveway, kitchen, and outlets go in reminded me that they weren't always there!

Absolutely, I'm glad to have the posts about Rowan.  It's hard to remember everything, so being able to go back and see/read about his progress, quirky moments, struggles, and triumphs is really special.

I still wish I could be better at capturing more these things, since I know there was so much more to the last year than what I posted.  Maybe I'll get it right this year....HA!

Rowan's First Haircut

{ New Haircut}

 

Last weekend, we gave Rowan his first haircut. His first REAL haircut.  We trimmed the side "wings" a while back, but weren't ready to tackle the whole head.

I always swore I would never let my kid have a mullet in the name of saving his baby curls.  But Rowan was morphing into a mini MacGyver right before our eyes, and we were too scared to do anything about it. 

{MacGyver}

Rightly so, because cutting his hair was about as difficult as we expected it to be {this might be some kind of lesson in predetermining outcomes with your attitude}.  Not so much emotionally, although the thought of totally butchering his hair did have me a little on edge.  But I mean physically...it was HARD!

Initially, I started with scissors, but that was super slow going.  So I moved up to a beard trimmer.  This also didn't work so well, as it was as intriguing to Rowan as it was slow.  He kept turning his head and trying to grab it.

{super-preggo Mom, weilding scissors}

We finally decided to go all out with the big clippers. 

Not having the slightest idea which length to go with, we opted for a 4.  The first buzz took out a HUGE chunk that prompted me to lengthen the blade with the built in adjusting lever....bad idea.  The next few strokes failed to cut any hair, but successfully tangled it, sending Cubbie into a wail. 

The poor kid must've wondered why the hell his parents, who he loves and trusts, would do this to him.

That's when Dad stepped in to get the job done right.

{Dad saving the day!  Someone still looks  a little worried}

With a just a few more swift hand motions and some switches back and forth between 4, 6, and 8, we stood back and admired our work. 

Not too bad.

{whoooaaaa, I'm handsome!}

The little man looks pretty dang handsome...and he also looks like he's two!