QT Gets a Haircut!

It has finally happened. In order to end this year on some sort of up note, I present to you the newly shorn QT.

In full disclosure we went to get the haircut on Christmas Eve. I took him to Snip-Its and we got the whole certificate/hair in a dime-bag sized bag and paid more than a few dollars more than SuperCuts.

The Ladies weren't too happy that their first haircut didn't end with a certificate and a toy, although they both left there with a tattoo, a handful of dum-dum lollipops, and the promise that haircut number two will be there too.

QT was pretty good. He didn't like the spray bottle to the head, but it was hard to concentrate on what was going on with him because the Ladies were running around that place and climbing into empty chairs with such frequency that I found myself threatening them with no Christmas on Christmas Eve.

Here are a few pics.

The before. The tail is a bit extreme.



The first cut.




In the chair.




The after.



Things I Never Thought I'd Say

There are a lot of things that I have said in the last five years that I never expected to come out of my mouth.

Things like:

Please stop drumming on your vagina.

Of course it tastes disgusting that is why we don't eat ear wax.

It's Chuck E. Cheese's not Chucky Jesus.

QT, please take my phone off your penis.

No, you can't go to Polish school because we aren't Polish and you don't understand Polish.

I have HER2+ breast cancer that has metastasized to my hip bone. It is aggressive and advanced.

Fuck.

Oh wait, I say that all the time.

So there it is.

My life has so quickly been altered and I don't know how this is going to turn out. I do know that I have no option but to move forward and to fight as hard as I can.

When there are big moments in your life, it is hard not to think of something you saw on Oprah. So in an attempt to get some clarity, I tried my own "Eat, Pray. Love." moment where I asked the universe what I should do. I was hoping for something like "Eat, Sleep, Take a Hawaiian Vacation" but instead it just answered Fight and Write, which I will do, but not just on The Three Bean.

Here, you will still find me blogging about my beautiful babies and although there will obviously be some crossover this will still be the place where my focus is motherhood and parenting and all the crazy that goes along with it.

If you are at all interested in reading posts about cancer that are titled things like "Getting Wiggy With It" or "Betrayed by Your Boobs" you can find me over at (surprise, surprise) thefightandwrite.blogspot.com. I will start posting in the New Year.

And while I am on the subject of things I never thought I'd say, I have to admit to you that I like that One Direction song "Little Things" even though I don't understand what they are trying to say about fitting into jeans. Are they ok with fat asses? I am unsure. However the song is hauntingly melodic and you can't deny the power of a boy band.

The "Hugging Incident"

I published this photo on my personal fb page of all the cousins on my side of the family. I got more than one comment on why the Little Lady looks so pissed. Watch as the hugging incident unfolds below. . .

and finally. . .

I feel like this whole sequence needs special care and attention. QT's antics are priceless, The Lady is a consummate model (please ignore her lack of arm support on Little Shooter's neck), the Wild Man is trying to check out the scene and the Wild Woman clearly has her own face on.

They were good sports and I am glad we actually got a photo of them together. Here is one final one where the Little Lady is actually smiling.