No Nonsense in this blog...

My grandmother, 84 years old, had spinal surgery today. I don't know the details or what type of surgery, so I apologize in advance for anyone who was going to ask. She has made it through and the surgeon said it went well, but things like this always get me thinking.

It was risky for her to have surgery, but she passed all the tests and the doctor was very concerned, as if left untreated, a small bump or fall could have sent her into full on paralysis. So, it was a risk worth taking to her to enjoy the rest of her life to the fullest she could.

I've never undergone any surgeries, and am definitely fearful of ever having to. But sometimes, there's not much you can do about these things. Aside from fear of my kids losing me if something ever went wrong, because even the most routine surgeries carry the risk of death, I fear what I would do if any of my children had to undergo something like this.

As a mother, I think our biggest fear is the loss of our children. Sometimes, it becomes more real on our journey as mother and child. Has there ever been a time when you were faced with the harsh reality of life as it pertains to motherhood? What was the scenario and how did it go? Would you do anything differently?

I know this is a touchy subject, but I can't even imagine how difficult it would be to go through any serious illness, or surgery, or battle...but moreso, I can't imagine watching my child go through it. Your insight is much valued and your opinions always welcome.

Hair today, Gone tomorrow.

Having had two girls prior to my son, I am still getting used to the idea of frequent hair cuts. We tend to let Alex go quite a while before buzzing his pretty hair away. We usually take him in for a cut, where they scissor the top and do a longer buzz around the back. This time, however, we didn't want to "waste" the $12 on a hair cut that we could do for free...but ahhh, even free things come at a price!

First, the buzzers we had were not in the best condition...two pairs of my brother's. The first pair made noise but the blades didn't move...at all. The second pair seemed to be working fine, and Seth tested on his arm before I took them bravely to Alex's head. That resulted in a bald CHUNK missing from the front of his hair because they CLOGGED AND STOPPED WORKING. What makes this WORSE is that these buzzers had no attachments, so we're talking B.A.L.D.

*sigh*

I frantically call the BFF in tears about how I've ruined Alex's hair, we're suppose to go run errands, we couldn't spring the money for a hair cut and certainly can't spring it for new clippers...ahhhh!

Thankfully, 30 of the longest minutes of my life later, Seth reaches his friend, who has clippers we can borrow and we proceed to give Alex his hair cut...which like I said, ended up costing a lot more than we bargained for!

Here's the before and after:



Unfortunately, that first pic is a couple weeks old and his hair was even longer...but I apparently don't have any more recent ones (oops!). I also wish that instead of bursting in to tears I would have snapped a shot of his funny bald spot prior to the finished hair cut. Oh well, live and learn! I thought after 3 kids, I'd know more by now!