Kill girl

On Saturday I decided that it was time for a haircut.  It had been quite a while since my last one, so it was needed.  I should clarify that when I say haircut I mean buzz it all off with a clipper.  I decided a couple of years ago that it no longer paid to have someone cut the few hairs that are on the top of my head.  It maybe wasn't the best timing considering the weather out there - it was quite the shock to my scalp to feel the -40 degree windchill.  Anyway, Julie buzzed me after the girls were in bed on Saturday.  When they woke up Sunday morning, the first sound that escaped both Jorja's and Ginny's mouths was a giggle.  I'm not sure how I should have taken that.  I decided not to let it bother me.  On Monday when I picked the girls up from Dee's house, I was wearing my touque (a necessity now).  Ginny asked me, "Did you get your hair back Daddy?"  Not quite yet Ginny.

This evening Ginny found an ant on the bathroom floor.  I'm not sure where they come from at this time of year, but there it was.  Usually when Jorja sees a bug it's the end of the world.  Screaming, kill it Daddy, I'm scared, the whole nine yards.  Ginny has kind of taken Jorja's lead in this matter, except for today.  I'm not sure what clicked in her head, but she was on a mission.  "There's an ant Daddy!  Let me get it!  I'm the kill girl!"  All right then, I'll stay out of your way.  Later.

Confusion

We got the girls' hair cut this morning and they were thrilled of course. "Don't you like my hair Dad? Isn't it beautiful?" Julie got a few inches cut off Jorja's and it looks really good - it was getting really long and kind of scraggly at the ends. Not to mention the drama every time you try to brush it and it is tangled up. On days when they don't have any pony tails in, we usually say they are having a ragga-muffin (sp?) day. Jorja now says that she wants to have a raggin' muffin day, and Ginny says that she wants to have a dragon muffin day. Lost in translation I guess.

This afternoon Jorja and I had doctor's appointments. Jorja is doing great, no concerns. I was just there to get a referral for the post-vasectomy check - you know, I don't want to spell it out, but to make sure that the procedure was a success. There was a resident there today, which I didn't mind, but I don't think she had any forewarning about what I was there for. (Julie and CeCe saw the same resident yesterday). She asked why I was there so I told her. She seemed a bit taken aback and then typed some stuff into the computer. Then she asked what was wrong that I had this done. Now I was taken aback. I said the she met the reason yesterday. Eventually we got everything sorted out and my family doc gave me the necessary requisition and a cup. Later.

Check-ups

I don't want to sound like a stuck record, but today was another sleep-deprived days. Last night's culprit - CeCe. Two nights ago was amazing. She had her normal bottle around 7 pm and then slept until morning. I was thinking, hey, maybe she's going to cut out her midnight feed and go straight through now. That would be awesome. Not so. Last night she woke up at 1 am, so I fed her then. Then she was up at around 4. This time she had pooped. Who poops in the middle of the night, really? She has got to get that schedule changed. Anyway, after changing her, she wouldn't settle. She didn't even want her soother. Her teeth are getting really close to coming in now, and she has been kind of miserable. Anyway, I think it just hurts too much to suck sometimes. So I gave her some Oragel, and that really ticked her off. She was screaming for quite a while. It's a miracle the whole house wasn't up by this time. Eventually I did get her back to sleep, but I was exhausted in the morning.

CeCe had her six-month doctor check-up today, and other than the previous paragraph, all is well. She's is 18.5 lbs and 26.5 inches long. When does it switch from long to tall? Are you long until you can stand, and then you are tall? Just some food for thought.

Julie and I were cleaning up the other night, and I put our wii games out on the shelf with our movies instead of leaving them hidden away. Jorja and Ginny sure picked up on this in a hurry - they don't miss much. So yesterday I let them play Mariocart. That had to have been the world's longest race. Eventually Jorja did finish, but it was painful to watch. Her whole body moved as she steered and she kept getting closer and closer to the TV until she was right there. Of course Ginny had to follow her, but she didn't really get how things worked. Today I let them play some guitar hero. That was interesting to say the least.

Tomorrow is haircut day before going back to school. That should be good for lots of posing, posturing and preening. Jorja is going for her 5 year check-up at the doctor too. I can't believe how much she's grown in last year. We have marks on the wall in the kitchen, and she grew a whole 4 inches from her fourth birthday. Crazy. Well, I guess I should attempt to scale the mountain of laundry. Later.

Out for supper

We just got back from some friends' house for supper. We had a great time, good company, and the girls are wasted. Their kids are a little older than ours (youngest is 6), but they always have a blast out there. We made Ginny have a nap this afternoon so that we could make it through. (On a side note, we have gone without naps for probably a week now, and things have been great - she goes to bed no issues, and usually before 7:00) We were upstairs visiting when our friends' six year old son came up with Ginny close on his heels. He went to a closet and proceeded to get out a pair of real scissors. I noticed this, and made his father inquire about the situation. It turns out Ginny had been styling his hair, and apparently it was time to step it up a notch. Close call.

I was another rainy day today, and the forecast has rain each day for the next week. Julie was able to get a bit more planting done yesterday (some annuals in pots), but we still have some more to do. I got the grass mowed too, which is a good thing as well. We took turns holding CeCe and watching the other two while the other one did some work. The girls were putting on performances again at the top of the play centre. Jorja had apparently gotten over her stage fright from the last time she tried, and was belting out the songs. I always wonder what the neighbours must think. She's all right, but I don't think we'll be seeing any footage of her childhood singing when she's the Canadian idol.

I'm not sure what tomorrow will hold. This is the first week without preschool, and it already seems to be tough to keep track of the days. Maybe a trip to the library. Later.

Haircuts

Well, today we took the girls for haircuts. They were absolutely thrilled. It was Ginny's first time, and she did great. She even got it straightened. Jorja just got a trim, and the the stylist put it into a braid for her. She was pretty proud of that. We got bangs cut for Ginny, and it's amazing how different it made her look. She is so cute, if I do say so myself.

The girls have decided that they want to shower the past two days. It was actually Ginny's idea, and then Jorja decided that if her little sister could do it, she could too. Ginny has been sitting on the toilet for a bit before bath time lately. She was before CeCe was born, but then quit after, and now she's slowly warming up to the idea. She wants to 'pee in panties.' I try to explain to her that you don't pee in panties, you have to pee in the potty. Anyway, yesterday she sat there for a while and actually squeezed out a few drops. Well, the excitement from that must have sealed her up a little prematurely. She went running from the bathroom naked bragging of her feat. She ended up going up to the kitchen, and I'm not exactly how things work down there, but all of a sudden, there was this stream coming out almost straight forward from her. And there was a lot left. At least it was on the lino and not the carpet. Well, this shocked her pretty good, but we managed to keep her from getting too traumatized by it.

Jorja had preschool today, and it must have been a good day because she talked non-stop all the way home. She was just hyper. They were learning about teeth today, and made a craft out of apples where they iced marshmallow teeth into the apple and got to eat it there. She also got this cheap little toothbrush, and proceeded to come home and want to throw her spinbrush in the garbage. If we bought her a plain, red toothbrush, there is no way she would ever be that excited about it.

I think that's about it for today. Later.

Snow

Well, tonight was supposed to be Jorja's first soccer practice. But it's been snowing here all day. The ground is now white. What is up with that?

Are farts innately funny? It seems that the girls have found them funny right from the start. Today after supper, I was getting ready to wipe Ginny up before she left the table. I usually swing her chair with the booster seat out, so she is looking right at me. Well today, I move her chair, she looks me right in the eye, pushes her right arm down on the arm rest to lift her cheek, and proceeds to let out this loud ripper. What was I going to do? There was no way I could keep a straight face over that.

Bedtime continues to be an issue - it appears the stickers are not incentive enough for Ginny. How can kids be so cute and funny one minute, and so frustrating the next.

The girls are booked in for hair cuts in the morning tomorrow. We took Jorja to this stylist once before, and she was great with her, so we thought we'd try it again. Ginny has never had a hair cut, not even a trim, so we'll see how that goes. It should be all right. For how rough and tumble she is, she really likes the girly stuff too.

Anyhow, I am sooo ready for this weather to turn. We are all beginning to go a bit stir crazy here. Later.