Cabin Fever!

I've always heard cabin fever makes you do crazy things... Like decide to cut your two year old's hair, SURE we're trying to save a few bucks, SURE it's icy outside and I don't want to brave the ice with three kids just for a hair cut, SURE his hair is getting long and MULLETISH...I couldn't stand it another minute... SO I put Judah on the potty chair armed with chocolate chips and Daddy's beard clipper... (that would work, right?) took a deep breath and turned on the clippers, starting in the front- buzzed off the top of his hair, great! Judah with his mouth full of chocolate grins up at me, we're doing great. Soon I realized the clippers are slowing down, "Oh crap, I totally forgot about charging the battery before I started this process..." Judah starts screaming,  and I am trying to use every last second of battery power before my son is left with half of a buzzed head... the battery is dead, Judah is covered with tiny scratchy pieces of hair, and screaming, and he has a mullet, business on top party in the back, all the way. So as a recap- at this point there is hair all over the bathroom floor, all over Judah, all over me...I am frazzled at myself, and Judah is screaming and scratching at himself- I strip off all of his clothes and rinse him off in the bathtub, at this point he is hysterical- the bathwater is too cold, too hot, too something. so now the bathroom is covered in water AND hair. Gross. Cleaning it up at this point is the least of my worries, however- compared to the shrieks coming from the bathtub, "my neighbors will wonder"... my brain races. Finally snuggled  up in the dinosaur towel Judah has calmed down, the back half of his hair sticking out wildly and the top short and patchy, my son era 1982 looks up at me and smiles "momma, snugga da baby"-I say "oh your a baby"- "yah- I uh baby, snugga da baby".....so I snugga da baby, and it totally made my day, it was like the stress of the last hour disappeared and all that mattered was my 35 Lb. wet baby in a towel curled up in my arms. And yes, later we finished the hair- with a better set of clippers, no trauma involved! Pictures to come...