My amazing baby and her dumb mother.

Hazel has surprised us all. Sometimes I forget that she has to grow and get bigger. Not only did she start rolling over a couple of weeks ago but she cut two teeth this weekend! I almost cried when I felt them. It was like a jolt of reality that "oh yeah, she's growing up". Granted, this is a full 2 months earlier for teeth than any of my other kids (a scary thought after reading Breaking Dawn with the rapidly growing vampire baby...I was a little frightened about my baby's accelerated growth rate.) In any case, I suppose she'll grow up like all the others. 'sigh'
As adorable as she is, I have threatened giving her up for adoption almost daily on the basis of how much she spits up all over everyone and everything. The doctor finally switched her to soy formula which has helped. So besides less spit up volume, she also smells like Cream of Mushroom soup all the time, which is an improvement from sour milk. This is how she has to eat...it reminds me of the position that bull riders take to keep their balance.
I wish that I was as amazing as my children. They really stand very little chance of being smarter than their parents. Remember last winter when my older daughters cut each other's bangs? I was so bewildered that they could have ever thought that was a good idea? Remember that? I do.
A few weeks ago I took it upon myself to "trim" my own bangs. After all, while living in Texas I never paid to have that done. My sister would just have me stand in the bathtub and 'snip snip' with my dull bathroom scissors...the deed was done, they looked great. On my own however, I didn't do such a great job. They weren't horrible. In fact my hair is pretty forgiving because its thick and lays funny anyway. But last night I trumped even my own stupidity. You see, I finally had my hair cut professionally a few weeks ago. I had a good 6 inches cut off. I liked it but as the weeks passed I was wanting just the bottom layer cut off. So instead of making an appointment with a trained professional (enter me hitting my forehead repeatedly and saying 'stupid stupid stupid' over and over again.) I asked my husband to trim me up after my shower last night. In my own defense I at least had him use my very sharpest sewing scissors to do it. Surprisingly enough I didn't cry, I just gave myself the evil eye with every snip of the scissors while I watched in horror at his "unique style" of hair cutting. (This is a man that can use the clippers on his own head much faster and more efficiently than I can on him.) When I took down the upper layers from the clip and realized that he had trimmed too short (ie shorter than the top layers) I really laid into myself, silently of course. How could I get mad at him for not knowing how to cut and style? I was the one that made him do it. In any case, I'm not ready to post a picture yet. And did I mention that we are speaking on Sunday? So I had better learn to tame this mop or make an appointment to fix it before this weekend. It's so embarrassing to go to a salon and explain what you have done...

Moving onto happier topics, I finally made a cute chore chart. I attempted a fancy job wheel a couple of weeks ago and couldn't bring myself to use it because it was wretchedly un-cute. This one is much better...now we can run to the chart excitedly and look at the adorableness with eager anticipation of doing our jobs...right.