A couple of weeks ago, our school's 5th graders put on a 'Wax Museum' display.
Cody chose to be Wilbur Wright - co-inventor of the airplane. I quickly sewed this nifty vest, threw a hat on him and called it good. I tried to convince Cody to put a bald head piece on, 'cause the dude was bald, but Cody wasn't cool with that.
Do you like the pose he chose. He decided to look down, so he wouldn't have to look at all of the people gawking at him.
I had a good time, making his friends crack up.
And look at that poster on the left! I thought he was going to be graded on it and I made Cody put in some extra effort in decorating it and stuff. After the 'Wax Museum' tour, I realized that we really didn't have to put much effort into it. He only got points for bringing a poster. Lame.
Last night, as I was watering my flowers, I found this...
No, not the veiny, sinewy, muscular arm. The snake. The poor thing was so frightened of us, he pooped and peed in defense. Which is exactly what I would do. And I'm not ashamed to admit it.
I'm really not that afraid of snakes. As long as I find them first and they don't find me.
Conner enjoyed the snake and wanted to toss a football back and forth with him. He chucked the football at him, but the snake was not amused.
insert cough drop
I bought a lawnmower for Conner yesterday, since no one else seems to want to mow our lawn. He didn't mow our lawn but he did mow our driveway. Over and over again. His mower also comes equipped with bubbles. Yeah, I went for the up-grade model.
He has also decided to start scaling the walls and appliances. I've decided that he will be Spiderman for Halloween this year.
Last week I took him to get his haircut and I brought re-reinforcements (Steve and Cody). The last time he had a haircut it was a disaster! And that's putting it mildly. We blamed his attitude and tornadic acts on lack of sleep. Apparently we were wrong. So very wrong.
I don't know what happened. His first few haircuts went without any horrendous fits. He was so angelic-like. All passer-bys would 'oooo and awwww' at the cute baby. Long gone are those days. Steve had to sit with him and restrain him while I held his head. I wanted him to just have a trim, but instead I screamed to the hairdresser over the loud and constant whaling, "Buzz the kid! For heaven's sake, buzz him!"
I miss his hair. His hair was part of his trademark. It was floppy, yet Alfalfa-like, all at the same time. (sigh)