Morning or Afternoon

Its time to sign up for preschool for next fall, and I'm stressing myself out.  When I signed up my first, I made sure it Morning, so our lives could get started at a decent time.  Now with my second it doesn't matter, we have to be up for my son to go to 2nd grade next year.  (WHAT?! 2nd grade?!?! He gets baptized in 13 months.)
Anyway, I debating about putting her in afternoon preschool.  One year olds only take afternoon naps right? In which case if Nan wants to play with her brother during the day she needs to go to school in the afternoon. For some this might not matter, but Nan's world spins for the sole purpose of being with her family members. Plus afternoon has smaller classes, and, and, and....
Morning gives me time to run errands without her. I don't have to make sure we have to eat lunch on time.
Afternoon gives me my afternoons all to myself.
Even though she hasn't napped regularly in over a year, I wonder, will she be too tired in the afternoon.
What to do, what to do?
Right now morning is our first choice on the forms, because less people want afternoon, so you can always switch to afternoon, but you can't always switch to morning.
Overall they both have pluses and minuses, but overall I just want to pick what is best for her.  Since that is the whole reason she is preschool.
Any advice out there?


Update: While sitting in line waiting to pick up my son from school, I thought, this could work, she could do afternoon.

Curly Hair Faux Hawk Results

Turns out for me the faux hawk was easier than a normal haircut. I like to have a solid line to cut against.
Now after a year of begging me and an hour of YouTube study, I'm attempting my daughter's hair. Then I gave up. I knew it would be hard, but I forgot how hard. Her head is so little, and she has SO much fine thick hair. Plus, she has a shorter level of patience for me and I'm slower then a professional. It's a double whammy. I hopefully it looks like i just trimmed it, not quit a quarter the way through. I tried to blended it all together. Now it's shorter in the back, which is the way I like it. I planned on taking her in next week anyway.
This is also how cutting my son's hair when the first year of attempting anything. I would cut it for awhile, then give up, and my husband would buzz it all off.

Hair Cutting

About two or three years ago, I started to cut my son's hair.  I had been buzzing his and my husband's for years before that. Overall, I hate cutting hair.  I use to beg my husband to tell me to take J into great clips.  Sadly though, my son didn't want to go get a $10 hair cut, he wanted me to.  It was terrible, I hated every minute of it.  But then I would be done, and I would have ten extra dollars in my pocket.  It wasn't ever perfect, but in a few days, you couldn't tell the difference, and half the $10 hair cuts is probably worse than mine.  Over the years I've hated it less.  I still don't enjoy it, but I love saving the money, and I'm getting better.  Now after watching youtube videos how how to give Faux Hawks, I'm wondering why I haven't tried learning how to cut my daughter's hair. She desperately wants me to cut her hair. I use to cut her hair, then it got too thick and overwhelmed me. Plus my neighbor who was in hair school offered to do it for free.  But now we don't live there, and taking her to get her hair cut, overwhelms me.  What if its a bad cut?!  Plus two of my friends' cut their daughter's hair.  Who will teach me how to cut my daughter's hair?  And then cut mine! I live in dire fear of a crappy hair cut, I'm also extremely cheap! I guess youtube here we come, but I've had real life practice and tutorials for boys hair....

Dinner

Uh oh again. This boy is trying to join me while I cook dinner.

I sure do adore him.

Date Night

Last week, Brent's employment treated us to dinner.  It was wonderful, it was the second time we did this in two months.  Turns out it fun to dress up slightly nicer and eat an expensive dinner, especially since I'm not paying for the $20 a plate, plus dessert, hors d'oeuvres and salad. Its also lovely to leave my children with a babysitter.  I have a new friend that moved in a few months ago, with a 15 year old daughter who already has experience with small babies.  It makes me nervous to leave my small baby, but I like that she actually knows how to care for him.  The other teenagers that have held my baby seem rather incompetent. My other babies were only ever watched by family members.
Dinner was fantastic in my opinion.  I order a filet mignon, I bought a whole cow last year for my freezer, and its not the first time, but yet we never get filet mignon I guess, the butcher takes it as a finders fee. It was superb. For dessert, I got cheesecake, and my husband got chocolate mousse cake.  His was much better, which was fine because we shared and I ate the majority anyway.  Then I took the left over dessert home for the next day, they were huge pieces. I still dream about that chocolate mousse cake.
As far as company went, when we showed up we were by far the youngest couple in the room.  A few minutes later, this other couple walked in, I noticed out of the corner of my eye, the girl glaring at the guy in such a way that  said, those! those right there, I want to sit by the other young couple.  This couple was a few years younger than us.  I thought it was humorous, Brent asked the girl what she did, (he worked with the guy), then as social customs dictate, they asked what I did.  I said I stay home with three kids.  Their eyes sort of bugged out a bit, and the guy said, wow, three kids, I bet that is more than a full time job.  They were a fun couple to chat with. The dinner was quite lengthy, we left at 6:30 and didn't get home until after 10, but there could have been many more awkward pauses with other couples. As I was getting ready for bed, I thought I wish there was some way to politely say, I stay at home but because I want to--  I do have a degree in Political Science. A few days later Brent and I were reminiscing I guess, and I mentioned that. Brent said, you don't have to feel embarrassed that you stay home with three kids, not everyone can afford such luxuries   I realized Brent was right, plus the guy knew where we live, and we don't really live in the cheapest area, so to live in the expensive town and stay at home, is quite a luxury, even though I agree it is a full time job.
The girlfriend had a really cute outfit.  At one point when she stood up I thought why don't I have a pencil skirt like that.  (I'm never too happy with how mine fit.)  Then I noticed her pencil skirt was quite short, she had black tights on with it.  I then realize oh yes, that is why my pencil skirts don't fit like that, because 6 inches of white hanging out the bottom of a black skirt is not attractive.  Which is why I'm never too happy with how pencil skirts fit, I am so tall, that its hard to find one that fits in the right place.  I also know some people have long pencil skirts that go beyond their knees, but if its suppose to hit below the knee and it hits above mine, it also doesn't look right.  Her top was also super cute, and I admired it all night long.  When I was about to brush my teeth, I said to Brent, I was sort of jealous, her nice clothes weren't ten years old. (Staying home with my babies is a luxury, but I definitely make sacrifices, likes not buying expensive clothes.) Brent replied, of course they weren't 10 years ago, 10 years ago she was like 13.  Oh good point. Ah, to be young, carefree and in nice clothes.  I guess the positive thing is I can still fit in the nice clothes I bought 10 years ago. Also I don't THINK they look ten years old.
It was a fun evening.  Even though we went to two nice dinners in two months, I don't see anymore in the foreseeable future.  Too bad... Its been fun.  The second dinner was a much smaller affair, and a yummier dinner.  So it was really fun, but the first had fake gambling after dinner, so that was also fun.  Who knew I was such a pro at Roulette. Black jack on the other hand, apparently my tired mommy brain didn't care for counting to 21.

Flipping houses

Two house on my street, are currently being flipped. It slightly makes me jealous to see the new appliances, countertops and other such things go into through the garage. But my life will go on and all in due time it will be my turn for those things. After these houses are flipped, there will only be one more eye sore on the street. The 1989 dodge caravan, with the busted out back window covered in plastic. My husband is glad we don't have an active HOA, but I really wouldn't mind a bossy busybody to tell them to get rid of that beast.

Uh oh, we are in trouble

This morning what I was getting the older kids ready for school, I put my baby down on that gray polka dot blanket.  This is where I found him.  He didn't crawl, yet, he has just figured out how to roll and scoot to get things on the floor.
Speaking of which how in the world do you baby proof your house with a four year old and a seven year old? They are like tornadoes, I clean a room, and when I turn back around, you would have no idea.

I married into a family with freakishly mobile babies.  If there are any single girls out there reading this, this is something you should research before you commit.  Life is easier when you babies aren't mobile early.  I had no idea I should research such a thing, all I worried about was whether my future husband had a nice shaped  back of the head, not a freakishly huge head. I would one day have to birth on his offspring.  I did find a man with a nice average size head, but our first baby was head was 75% while his body was 25%.  So even research doesn't always work, but our second two babies, had nice small heads, so odds are in my favor.

But in blogging words, I digress.

We love our baby A because is a slow mover for us!  His brother was 3 months old when he did this, Baby A is 5.  Hooray for slow babies!  I think our daughter was 4 months, but I honestly can't remember.  She did it slower than her older brother, but she definitely wasn't as slow as baby A.  The best part about our daughter is she was mobile for two months before she realized she could crawl past the invisible fence of our area rug.  Baby A, apparently sees no such boundaries.  His older brother almost immediately figured out he could move rooms, once he started his mobile rolling, he was also crawling by this age, we figure its only a matter of weeks for baby A.  He pushes up and kicks/pushes his little legs as fast as they can go, then he gives up, and rolls to where he wants to go, and scoots around until his hands can reach.

I can only pray he doesn't walk at 10 months like his sister.  That isn't even early for my husband's family.

Oh, baby A, we love your slow body!