I had to drive to go to Boston today to pick up one of my stepfather's painting which was at an art gallery (Copley Society for the Arts) in Boston. My folks had a wedding this weekend so getting down here was going to be tough so I offerred. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but what I didn't realize was that it was the same weekend as the 4H Fair. I also didn't expect it to be one of the nicest weekends of the summer. So, I kind of put it off... to the last minute. I was going to take the train but Max and I had too nice a time at the Fair and stayed too long to make the last train that would get me there in time. So, I had to drive. No biggy. I have made this drive enough times (it is one exit after the hospital). I offerred to take Lauren so that she would be out of Josh's hair when he tried to mow the lawn, and Max really wanted to come along for some odd reason, so we got in the car and headed in. The drive went smoothly. Both kids fell asleep pretty quickly (which is why Max is still awake at 9, but oh well) so I had a nice quiet drive in. There was no traffic, and I made it in record time, about 45 minutes, just like Google Maps said, and I had no trouble finding the street. Parking was another matter. I was hoping for street parking but it was really busy. If I had been alone, I would have just driven around until I found parking, and I was tempted to do that anyway, but I decided that with both kids, plus a painting to carry, I would just suck it up and pay 10 bucks to park in the lot across the street from the gallery. Well, as it turns out, this was a good decision. I hopped out of the car at the parking booth, in front of the two parking guys, and opened Max's door, and then walked over to get Lauren. As I was putting on a carrier, I looked at Max's feet and said "where are your shoes?" with mild panic in my voice, but to be honest, I just figured he had kicked them off. Both kids have a habit of going barefoot while in the car. He said "down there" pointing to the ground so no worries. I put Lauren on my back, walk around, and he hasn't found the shoes (he was pretty groggy from his nap), so I look and then reality hits me. "Did you take them off in the house when we got back from the fair?" "Ummm, yes, I did." Argh! We were only home for maybe 10 minutes. I had checked to make sure Lauren had shoes, as Josh has been known to put her in the car without them, but never thought to look at his feet (he put himself in the car). Back around the car, Lauren off my back, around again, all 40something pounds of Max on my back. The parking lot attendants by this time are looking at me wide eyed. One of them says "Don't you have a stroller in there that you can put him in?" "No, I never use a stroller. It will be okay." and I take Lauren by the hand and say thanks and off we go, Max on my back, barefoot, me pregnant, holding to Lauren who tends to bolt for dear life down the very busy Boston street. I get to the light to cross, call Mom to double check that the gallery is where I think it is because they are doing roof construction or something and all the buildings are wrapped in white paper so nothing looks familiar. It really was just across the street, though, so it really wasn't a bit deal. One of the women at the gallery was nice enough to carry the painting to my car for me, which definitely made things easier. When I was leaving, not 10 minutes later, the parking lot attendant said "leaving already "and I responded "I told you it was only going to be about 5 minutes. This will be one of the most expensive per minute parking times that I have had but thank goodness it was close." and he chuckled and then handed me my credit card back, leaned over and pressed a button and told me that he didn't charge me. There are still good people in the world.

The drive back was uneventful and I made the whole trip in about 2 hours. My mother spent half of that laughing at me.

Max Grants Lauren's Wish (alt title Lauren Smiles, Mom Sobs)

Or, quiet children is rarely a good thing.

I should probably wait another day or two until I can really laugh about this before posting, but here goes anyway.

Yesterday, Lauren came to me with the kids' scissors and said she wanted a hair cut. I told her that scissors were for cutting paper, not hair and she repeated that she wanted a hair cut and I asked if she really wanted one and she said yes, and I told her, okay, the next time she went with Daddy to get his cut, she could get hers cut, too, and she said okay and got some paper and happily started cutting. Max was in his room when we had this conversation (we were in mine). All seemed good. I should have known better. I went off to do some laundry. I thought Max was getting ready to go to the park. When I came back up, I called to Max to ask him if he was ready to go and he said, happily "No, I am giving Lauren a haircut." NNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! I run in and find her happily sitting there, surrounded by what had been her beautiful, waist length hair. "I getting hair cut Mommy!" said Lauren. I started crying. Max explained to me (after I had calmed down a bit) that Lauren had asked him to cut her hair. "I was granting Lauren's wish." I actually believe him. It didn't make me happier, though.

After leaving a sobbing message on my hairdresser's machine ("I know you are closed today but can you possibly fit us in tomorrow. Please call me when you are open again.") we went to the park and I felt a bit better. Josh was surprisingly amused by the whole thing for a guy who has been saying over his dead body would we be cutting her hair. He thinks she looks cute, and she does. I was actually pretty surprised by my reaction, but realized that I never managed to grow my own hair that long, and people always commented on how pretty her hair was. But, it is only hair. There are many worse things in life.

I took her to get it cleaned up this afternoon and it looks much better now. Max and I had a long talk while it was being cut. I explained that the woman cutting it had special tools and had gone to school to learn to cut hair. He asked "Can I take that class?" He also told her that "I started it for you."

The scissors are going to be locked up until he is old enough to drive.

I realize that the real impact of this can't be felt without a before picture (though the pile is pretty big), so I am adding a picture of her hair a few months before it was cut.

Max turns fives years old

Max turned five this year. We had a small party for him. Very small. Like one other couple and their two kids kind of small. We hadn't planned it that way though, and he certainly wasn't lacking for celebrations. Sometimes small parties are very nice too.

You see, just as we were starting to make the invitation rounds for his birthday weekend, we got invited to spend the day at my sister's lake house that same weekend. She had planned a BBQ with my immediate family and my aunts from our of town. We haven't had many chances to visit with my family at large and my aunts were only around for that one week, so this was going to be a significant day. Max's party got rescheduled at the last minute and almost all of his & our friends already had plans for the new date.

Now, going to the BBQ at my sister's house was great fun for all of us. It was wonderful to see everyone together of course, and there was no shortage of food or fun to be had. Max had requested chocolate cake for his birthday, and one of the many desert-type items were homemade chocolate mini cupcakes. Not wanting to disappoint the boy in any way we agreed to pass the cupcakes off as "birthday cupcakes." Max (and Lauren) also had a great time playing with their cousins and aunts and uncles and grandparents. They played games, blew bubbles, and went swimming just before a giant thunderstorm rolled over the lake. In addition, my father's birthday is a few days after Max's, and this party fell right between the two. They each got birthday wishes and a few presents to honor the day.





The following weekend we had Max's "official" birthday celebration. Our friend Joy and her family were able to join us for the event. They have one daughter around Max's age and another who is an infant, so the kids had someone to play with and someone to coddle over as well. The kids worked together to "help" Dorothy decorate Max's birthday cake. The party was loosely a "firehouse" theme and the cake mold was in the shape of a fire truck. (Although the decorations from the kids... very much not like a fire truck.) Of course there was also lots of running and yelling and acting like children both in and out of the pool and sprinkler. We BBQ'd up a bunch of food, ate a lot of the firetruck cake, and then the parents relaxed while the kids ran and yelled some more. I think everyone had a good time, and our small little party was just lovely.






One the funny things about spreading out Max's birthday celebration(s) is that he thought you got a year older each time you had a party. (Although I must admit, when we're chasing all these kids around, sometimes I feel that way too!) He had mentioned while decorating his cake that he was six now. When we corrected him that he was only five he stated "No Mommy, I was five last week. First you're four then you're five then you're six!" I think we've got him straightened out on that little detail now. So yep, Max is five years old and he's doing great!

-Josh