Why do kids hate going to the hairdressers? Correction, why do boys hate going to the hairdressers? My daughter loves the whole pampering aspect of it as much as she loves looking at herself in mirror after its all over. This may be a pretty bad sign- a high maintenance teenage phase is on the cards I think. The boys on the other hand are not so easily handled in the coiffure stakes. I have resorted to booking separate appointments for them so I can go with them one-on-one and coax and cajole them into sitting in one place for 15 minutes. This is the result of this morning's trip to see Chris, our very patient stylist...
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Saturday, 6 August 2011
Monday, 13 September 2010
Can You Tell What It Is Yet?
Saturday marked the beginning of Jamie's Birthday Week. My first-born will be ten this week and I am experiencing the confusion that sets in every year at this time. How on earth did that happen? How did that little bundle morph into a fully functioning, intelligent, gorgeous, perfectly-formed boy? It was only just a little while ago we were feeding and changing and bathing him.
Yesterday my parents came over for dinner. It was actually a thank you for them for helping out (as always) but it turned into a mini birthday dinner as they came armed with presents and chocolate birthday cake.
The diet starts again today...
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