Winner, Winner Chicken Dinner

Sooooo,  I entered a giveaway at a great blog I follow, Creative Juices Decor.  I won! It's the cute dress in the picture from Shabby Apple. I've always wanted a Shabby Apple dress, but never knew if they would look as good on me as the models. Now I get to find out. I'll let you know once I get it. On another note, who knew Michigan would be so luck for me?  When I first moved here  I won a cookbook,  then this, then this, and now a dress.  I am thinking my luck has run out. Russ isn't so sure. He's asking me to find a contest to enter for a Ford Mustang. :)

Note: I think Dallin is getting the wrong idea about this winning thing, like it is to be expected, like it is a natural part of life.  He doesn't even seemed surprised about it, but that might also be because it is just a dress this time. Nothing for him.

Hazards of Scissors

So, I know some of you have dealt with the hazards of scissors in the fact some little girls have given themselves or each other haircuts.  That isn't a problem with a little boy, but Dallin learned about another hazard. He cut his thumb. It really isn't that bad. He didn't even cry. As a matter of fact, he didn't want me to know because he knew he shouldn't have been playing with scissors. I was brushing my teeth and Dallin came in the bathroom and told me it was his turn in the bathroom and I needed to leave. Thinking it was weird, I went into the front room and found the scissors. I asked him if he cut his shirt and didn't want me to know. He sadly held up his thumb with blood on it. He was afraid he was going to get into big trouble, so he was trying to get a band-aid on it on his own.

At first I was actually happy because it is his thumb-sucking thumb. (Great mother, I know.) He can't suck it with the band-aid on. That excitement waned last night when he couldn't seem to get relaxed to be able to fall asleep. He was exhausted, but couldn't relax. I think it was not having the thumb to suck. A couple times I thought he was drifting off and his thumb went to his mouth and he was wide awake when he realized he couldn't suck it. After 2 1/2 hours of sending him back to bed, reading to him, snuggling him, singing to him, and finally ignoring him, I finally let him crawl into bed with me. At this point it was almost 11 and Russ and I were going to bed. I moved him back into his room once he fell asleep.

I am hoping last night was the worst of it. I am hoping he will quickly get use to not having his thumb so that he will be free of the habit. I'm crossing my fingers.

Tennis

We had talked to Dallin about taking a tennis class about a year ago and he was really excited, but we never got him signed up for it. Either we had missed the deadline, we would be in Utah for some weeks, or we were doing other activities. I finally got him sign up. His first class was today. It went way better than the crying episodes he had during tumbling or the running away at soccer. I think he actually liked it. He listened (most of the time. There was some twirling around and dancing with the racquet) and participated in all the drills without me standing right next to him. That is a big deal. He tried to drag me out at the beginning, so I walked him out to the court, but once they got started he couldn't have cared less that I went to sit back down. Hope the next 5 weeks go as well. Sorry that the pictures aren't very good. He had his back to me most of the time.

To cut, or not to cut,....

that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer....

OK, enough of that. I am having hair debates. Lame, I know, but I need opinions. 

Keep it long?

 Or cut it short again?

Please let me know.  I am even so lame as to make a opinion poll. Please vote! Thank you for your support in my research. Polls will be open till Feb 12th (Only because my next hair cut appointment is the 13th) :)