First Hair Cut

When my mom said Paul's hair reminded her of Nicholas Cage, I knew it was time to give Paul a hair cut.  So, we decided to do it for Family Home Evening on April 1st (no joke ;) and get his adorable dignity back once and for all. 

Here are some before pictures.

Paul didn't seem too happy about the sound of clippers at a distance, let alone on his head.  So we just sat him in his high chair in the middle of the kitchen and I clipped away with scissors.

I was afraid of that. I thought for certain that me using scissors to trim a wiggly 21-month-old's hair would = a very bad haircut.

 As Paul watched chunks of hair fall down around his face he said,

"It's raining!"




And here is the finished product.

 Although it is shorter than I wanted and a bit choppy looking, I think it turned out alright
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Here's a random video of Paul. I'm testing out my video-adding skills since I haven't been able to for months. Enjoy! (hopefully)

Thanks for stopping by! Have a happy day!

Jobless

Okay. I said I'd provide a "juicy" post about us. Well, it's not exactly exciting or anything, but it's kind of a big deal to us.

Blair quit his job.

Are you wondering if he has another job lined up? Haha! Nope. We're in full-swing job-search mode. Am I worried? Am I stressed? For some odd reason, no, I'm not.

Maybe that odd reason has something to do with the fact that I finally have my husband back, literally and... emotionally...(?) That job was sucking all the life out of Blair as if it were a dementor slowly eating his soul. That may sound overly dramatic, but if you think of one's soul as one's personality/happiness, I feel that dementor analogy isn't too far from the truth. The more I heard about what he was dealing with, the more I would say to Blair, "you need to get out of there!". Three years is long enough to feel like you're heading off to hell every morning. I honestly do not know how he lasted that long.

Blair is always calm and composed on the outside and he would not write about his experience as dramatically as I am, but I know that underneath that handsome, cool, head he was feeling like this:

(I'm not sure, but I think that picture is supposed to be a man expressing frustration at work. However, as I looked at it longer, I wondered if it might be showing the ecstatic joy of a man who just quit the job he hated. Either way, it works for this post.)

Since quitting, Blair is happy, plays with Paul, plans, creates, and talks (well, as much as a Blair ever did, which isn't much). It's the Blair I know and love!

As far as a new job: we have some promising possibilities. Regardless, I'm just glad he's out of the doom-and-gloom smog and finally has the energy and clarity of mind to look for something new. Meanwhile, I'll be teaching more dance classes at the studio to keep us from eating into our savings too much.

If you hear of anyone needing a super talented and good-looking engineer, let us know!