terrible twos and thunderous threes

Here we go again. Reilly will be 2 in just a few weeks...and the crying...the whining. It's endless. I'm not ready for this again. They say you forget the pain of childbirth. Maybe...maybe not. After pushing one out and having the other one cut out I still have no fears of doing either again...but the toddler years scare the crap out of me.
Aiden is almost 4. I've been looking forward to it ever since he turned 3. 3 year olds don't listen. 3 year olds talk back. 3 year olds will say things with no other purpose except to hurt your feelings. It's rough. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel with Aiden...and I'm not saying that each age won't present it's own set of challenges...but I think I'm ready to say...I don't think we will be having any more children on purpose.

And here we go again...

Hearing loss and haircuts

Last Monday we took Ry Ry to the Dr. They tested his hearing and said he was experiencing hearing loss. The believed it to be due to fluid in his ears, so last Friday he had tubes put in. He took it like a champ. He's a tank that kid.
Saturday we had a Scott Sibling Day. I love that they get together and I'm so blessed to be a part of that family. We ate, played Just Dance, had some wine. Towards the end of the night I thought it would be a swell idea to buzz Aiden's head. I should mention that we took him to cookie cutters not too long ago and they RUINED his hair. They gave him layers and bangs like he was a little girl. I was beyond shocked. So anyway...screwed up so bad it could only be buzzed. Time to start over. Karen was going to shave Aiden's head with Chuck's clippers, but Pete decided that he wanted to see Aiden with a mohawk first. And he still has his hair cut into a mohawk. I'll post pictures soonish.