Long story with not much time, but our nanny decides to cut Asher’s bangs without asking – while he was growing his hair out – which necessitated a hair cut. So, I’m very big on giving my kids control over what they can have control over…and hair is one of them. So, Jesse took Asher to the barber yesterday and let him pick his style. Mohawk it was! And I think it turned out pretty cute myself.
I also took some ‘after’ shots when we were back home (with a popsicle treat, after a quick beach trip), and I know I’m biased, but here’s a pretty handsome kiddo:
This morning, first thing, he asks: Mama! Is my Mohawk still here? Am I still so handsome!
And of course, my reply, yes, baby boy, you are still so, so handsome, with or without the mohawk, because being handsome has more to do with your heart than your hair. But yes, mohawk is still there, and you look great.
Our (sorta sweet) fight this morning:
Mom: Asher, what do you want to be when you grow up?
Asher: a knight.
Mom: oh? That seems dangerous.
Asher: but mom, I’d be big and tall. And I want to protect Selah. I have lots of tricky karate moves.
(Who knew knights do karate?!)
Mom: that’s a sweet brother, bubba.
Selah: I don’t need protecting.
(Which proceeded to make Asher angry and pout, and Mommy kinda proud of both of them 😉).
There’s a possibility that I can be ambitious on the sign-ups and weak on the execution for some of our family activities…you know, if I’m being honest. I just picture us having this fun, athletic family who tackles anything. Which sometimes we totally are; and other times it’s actually a disaster of complaining and prodding and nothing how it was in my head, and we all end up mad and disappointed (but with pictures that likely make my memory of how awful it is fade fairly fast). Again, just honest.
However, we are signed up as a family for a 5K in a few weeks with my parents, so I have been thinking that we should get out there and try it before it is a mess of complaining and general disaster conditions 😂. Last week was a good practice opportunity – an event in Santa Barbara that seemed family friendly… and close to home in the event of the world ending (ie. our kids’ likely portrayal of the torture we make them endure called ‘exercise’).
In addition to family, I also recruited unsuspecting work buddies, friends, and the girls we live with, and promptly handed the kids off to all of them while I jumped into the 1k swim to start off the night, vowing to catch them on the 5k run to follow.
I have to say, the swim went better than I expected in my dinosaur of a wetsuit – and I loved the boost of proud energy I got from high-fiving Selah as she ran down the hill as I ran up. (The run started while I was racing, so I tried to catch them on the uphill, but she was too fast!). Asher and Daddy made it to the turn around before I caught them, and Dad reported that he did at least 3/4 of the whole run on his own! And we all ran through the finish line together – one proud, tired, happy family.
I haven’t raced in a long time…actually, just about 8 years probably since it was at least a year prior to Selah being born. I can’t say there’s any one reason I haven’t, but I can tell you that this group exercise program (Jenny Schatzle Program) that I’m doing motivated me to just get out and do it, no matter how messy it looked (in my head or in reality) or what the outcome was. Exercise is my sanctuary and sanity – and this time I got to enjoy it with my favorites – and be reminded of a time gone by when I enjoyed swimming and running races too. And – bonus – it went so well I’d do it again! (I can’t say the same for Selah, but Jesse and Asher seem to be game, so she might come around yet!).
In a recent effort to give the kids set “chores”, we’ve found that what works better for us is having “work time” designated in the weekend at some point. That way we actually get accomplished what seems pressing at the time, and can assign the kids some sort of duty. It’s a work in progress, I’ll tell you that 😉.
But, the other weekend, I had a pretty good helper in Asher that I took a few pictures I wanted to ‘preserve’ here because he thought it was (1) pretty cool his job was the hose, and (2) he also realized that “making rainbows” was a by product of this cool job…making the drying more of a challenge. Nevertheless, we had fun…and my car actually ended up clean, even if it took longer than driving to the car wash 😉.
Couldn’t think of a better way to spend Valentine’s Day then to have all three of mine pick me up from work (play on some construction equipment of course), dinner/dessert downtown, then home in bed by 7 snuggling and reading in bed (Captain Underpants, courtesy of Selah’s Valentine to Daddy).
When I put Asher to bed tonight, he really summed it up for me:
Me: Ashy, how’d I get so lucky having God give me you guys as family?
Asher: I don’t know. (Pause). Whoa, Mom!
Asher: Oh! I thought you were an alien for a second. But aliens don’t talk, so then I knew.
Well, that clears up that question, in case anyone was wondering! ❤️ ha! I love my most random little boy, and his sister and Dad to go along with him. Still don’t know how I got so lucky, but at least I’m not an alien, so I guess I’m still winning. 😉
Happy Valentine’s Day!