Haircuts and Cranky Eaters - All in a Day's Work

annie is over the virus she had i think. she went the entire day yesterday without getting a fever, so that's progress around here. it may have had something to do with the fact that on friday she found out she was going to get to go fishing on saturday if she was feeling better...i think that was enough to chase the rest of the virus away. this girl loves to fish. loves it. she didn't catch anything this time, but she didn't want to leave until she did. i can't wait until we can bring her fishing in colorado hopefully this summer and she can see some fish.

anyway, i finally got a few pictures of annie's new haircut. it turned out really cute, which is a miracle because to her, haircuts top the list of most miserable, most painful, most horrible and wretched things to have to do. this was her 3rd real haircut (as in not done by mom) and it was every bit, if not more, traumatic than the first 2. even at "SnipIts" - where they have every distraction possible: videos, bubbles, suckers, stickers - she wasn't falling for that for one minute. i was really impressed with the gal who cut her hair, too. you just knew she had kids, too, and they had surely seen it all she never lost patience and always kept cutting even when annie was spazzing out getting her sucker in her hair and thrashing about. amazing.

so. here is before:

and here is after:

there's a little bedhead happening in that backside view, but you get the idea. it's so cute, isn't it?

in jasper news, we have been off the jar now for about 4 days and it's not getting any easier, folks. the first day, i did the take-him-out-of-the-chair-every-time-he-threw-food-on-the-floor-thing...and, well, he did NOT approve:

he was beside himself. guilting me about how i could possibly withhold food from him - the sweetest boy ever? i stuck to my guns, though. i would take him out, let him cry, let him calm down, and then put him back. then, he would start to cry because he would still be sitting in front of the same disgusting food. and he'd throw it. and then he'd come out again. oh...my...goooosh it was annoying and heartbreaking. then, if he would sit in his chair without throwing anything, i would eventually clear his tray and give him fruit and a graham cracker - his two favorite things in the world. but he was on to me. he learned that if he would just hold out, that he'd get those things.

so now, he just sits in his chair and whines and does this thing with his hands as if to say "woman. you. come here, now. give me my fruit." so now i have to figure out how to get around this. cause honestly, he won't eat. if i only gave him mac and cheese and hot dogs, he wouldn't eat. ever. i mean, how long is he going to be happy eating nothing but green beans and cheese? sigh.