Was better. Went and picked up Rebecca from her overnight stay, then came back and did some cleaning up and stuff, and then it was time to take Catherine for her annual shearing.
She's been pestering us for over a month now to get her hair cut short again, and after FINALLY figuring out where Alisha the Stylist had gone, we made an appointment for Tuesday. It seems that she DID leave her previous place of haircuttery, and all of the confusion was caused by the fact that they had someone else with a similar name who'd come in after her. I finally got someone at HeadStart who didn't mind telling me where she'd gone afterwards, so we tracked her down and made Cat an appointment. Whew.
Fed the kids and took Kat over the hill to the ultra-kute hair-kuttin' place where Alisha works now. Sat. Waited. HEY! No hair! Not really--she has the same turned-under bob that she got on her birthday last year, and she's just as cute as a cute thing.
Home, and almost immediately, she wanted to get outside and ride her bike. Seems one of the things I forgot about Monday was that after a several-month layoff, she'd gotten her little bike back out (sans training wheels) that afternoon and had managed in the span of about fifteen minutes to get the hang of pedalling and balancing and had begun zipping up and down the sidewalk. Boy had contented himself with riding the scooter, but I think he might have been a tad jealous of the fun she was having, witnessed by her maniacal laughter.
Anyway, despite having freshly shampooed and styled tresses, come Tuesday Cat was ready again to put on her helmet and play on her bike again, and Jonathan was, too. She immediately started pedalling as fast as she could up and down the sidewalk, and after I was convinced she had it well under control, I let her get into the street. Boy, seeing all the fun, also got to where he was able to zip around almost as well, but for the time being, he stayed up on the sidewalk. It got toward evening and the wind (which blew constantly--and cold--all week) was getting to be too much for me, so we stopped for the afternoon. They were both red-cheeked and runny-nosed after their efforts, but they seemed to have worked off a good deal of what my mother used to call "silly energy."
Suppertime (and no, I can't remember anything I fixed over the past week, although I do remember we had some spaghetti in there somewhere, and some soup, and some chicken), baths, bedtime.
Posted by Terry Oglesby at March 27, 2006 11:11 AM