Massacre Of The Hairs

I don't know what I'd do without my phone--not for the texting of friends and family (I'm perfectly content without social interaction sometimes), but for the camera. A lot of the time I take pictures to capture the moment, i.e., my feelings at the time. Usually it's something significant that only I get from looking at the picture, and that's just OK by me. Hope you're OK with it too :)

He smeared pasta all over his 'bumbut' (bellybutton) while proudly exclaiming 'bumbut!'

(ohhhh, the hair....my heart aches)

 (I copied this from my facebook post) Last night my chest was burning and I was coughing for a couple hours after some smoke inhalation from helping pull a man out of his car that was on fire after we heard this horrific wreck just outside our complex. The guy hit two telephone and light poles, then smashed into a brick wall of another complex (fire/car on the left). The engine and a wheel or two were missing, but the guy just had a bloody face (no CPR, which was why I ran out with Steve). Steve was up the road trying to divert traffic and watched a car run full-speed into a telephone cord draped across the street, stop the car dead in its' tracks, lift it up into the air, flip around 180 degrees, and land on its wheels. The guy was later arrested on suspicion of a DUI. He said he just wanted something to eat. Don't we all, old man, don't we all. But we don't all get plastered and wreak havoc trying to get a burger.

 Christmas present from Grandma and Grandpa Moon. He loves it! Sad to miss you last year!

 I took this because I knew it would be my baby's last Sunday with his beautiful hair....

 Haircut day.  So as you can see, it's a little unruly at this point, yeah? Also, while we were in Utah, I don't know if it was the different climate or what, but instead of the normal cute, nice curls, it was frizzy, messy, and kinda gross-looking...so we had decided it was time. I told Steve we needed to do it that day before I changed my mind. I brought in a picture of a friend's little boy who had long hair from the crown to the ears, and a trim neckline...somewhat of a bowl cut. I told her to KEEP THE LENGTH, just get rid of the curls on the ends. We were all very excited and doped up on sugar, as you can see...

She snips this off. My heart stops. She kept whacking away until it was all. gone.

I was in shock.

We get home, we're both in shock. We both hate it. I ask Steve if I should go back the next day and get my money back, because it is CERTAINLY nowhere near the picture I showed her or what I told her I wanted, and it was all. gone.

He says probably not.

I say fine, we go to bed.

The next day, I go to get him out of his crib, and all of the feelings from the prior massacre come rushing back and I still hate it.

I pack him up and we march into the salon.

I explain to her that it was nowhere near the picture I showed her, nor what I told her to do, we hate it, it looks awful, and I'd like my money back.

She was very apologetic, nice, understanding, and says she'll give me money back.

Phew.

If I can't have my his hair back, I'll at least feel a little better having not paid $24 for the hot little mess.

I told her she was very good with him and he cooperated really well, which totally surprised me, the haircut was just awful.

I snapped this later in the day when I was emotionally ready.

He's still cute, but Oh, how I miss his hair.

 Shooting toys out of your mouth and giggling may just be the most entertaining part of church.

 Steve was somewhat appalled when he came home to his kid covered in chocolate.

Two against one, Anderson, we win.

 Date night on the beach. Love my beach. And him.

 (Also copied this from my facebook post) We hear tons of fire engines and ambulances go by outside our apartment, Steve leaves to go check it out. Ten min later I hear a lady screaming at someone so I step out to see what's up. I find Steve's slippers outside our open garage, no Steve. The woman and some people come by and we're on the phone with the cops. A man runs up asking if we found the guy, asking for a car to go find him, I tell him we'll let the cops who are on their way go chase the guy, but ask him if he was chasing him with my husband. He says yeah and asks which way the guy went, walks over to his motorcycle and takes the key out as the lady is on the phone reporting a guy with a motorcycle helmet. The lady's sons start accusing him of being the guy, yelling match ensues, I step away, the guy takes off on his motorcycle. I call Steve and ask him if he was chasing a guy and if he's found the guy and tell him what happened, he's confused at first, then freaks out and says the guy is coming around the corner. He comes around the corner, I'm on the phone with the cops and as he speeds off, he almost runs over the lady's son and I yell out his license plate number. We had a picture of the 4-alarm fire at the complex right next to us that was happening at the same time that caused over $1 million in damage. A couple days later, Steve gets a call asking us to go in and ID a possible suspect. We go in, Steve is somewhat unsure, but picks a guy. I go in next, and am 100% sure (because I got more facetime with him). The detective says that we ID'ed the right guy and they had him in custody, they just needed witnesses. The next day we see an article in the paper about this guy, apparently he was going around and starting fires in apartment complexes then robbing people. Cops later found him with meth and a bunch of stolen items. He has 10+ felonies against him and is facing 18 years in prison. Feels good to play Chuck Norris. Or Batman.

 My work bestie, Erica, and me. Some of the (Indian) doctors had a party at an Indian restaurant with lots of prizes and dancing. I won a gift certificate to go back! Yay for free food!

Beautiful sunset over Dana Point after dropping off Michael's bike and some goodies in Carlsbad. 

I'm going to miss this place so much...

 My baby's first official day in nursery!

LIFE. CHANGING.

It was amazing. When we were in Utah over Christmas break, we dropped him off in nursery because he was only 3 weeks away, and for all they knew, he was already 18 months. He's never had a problem being dropped off places so we knew he'd love to play with new toys and little people. Then the next week in our ward, one of the leaders made me hand him over and took him the whole time, and THAT was amazing as well. But this was his first official day and I must say, nursery is heaven-sent. They really should start it earlier.

Love my little cheeser.

 We get bored sometimes, so I do things like spin him around in this computer chair and see how much he can handle. He liked it, for the most part....

 Or he does things like find Daddy's power screwdriver and push the button with a mischievous little look on his face. You know you're not supposed to be doing that...

 He's also a climber now, also on the no-no list. It's so hard to keep a straight face when as he's getting up there, I keep telling him no, and he finally manages to get up there, looks at me with this huge grin on his face because he is just the proudest little thing. How do I not laugh at that?! I've tried so hard to keep a straight face, but I fail most of the time.

We had his 18-month checkup, he's 23.9 pounds (25th percentile) and 33.5 inches tall (85th percentile). He's doing everything he's supposed to be doing, finally! New words: 'bok' (block), sock, shoe, 'heh' (head), 'ee' (ear), 'wa' (water), 'tree' (treat), 'hah' (hot), 'coh' (cold), 'fee' (goldfish), hiiiii, and buh-by or bye-bye, and of course the continuous, heart-felt, passionate babbling and conversations.

Oh, and the use of 'no' is becoming more frequent, but I still think it's adorable.