Parental Supervision 101

I've had the same hairstyle for about 6 years.  A few layers, a little flip at the bottom.  The only thing that has varied has been the length...within an inch or two.

Today, I went for something a little new and different.  Sort of "Katie Holmes"-ish, in style (although mine doesn't look nearly as good as hers!), with some fun streaks of color.  (And I don't have stylists making me look amazing, or professional photographers taking my picture, just me trying to guess if I'm even in the picture or not.) 

I left Steve in charge of the kids.

This is what Jack looked like when I left today.

This is what Jack looked like when I got home.

This is what Jack looks like now.  You figure it out.

What I'm Good At Lately...

This comic says it all...

I used to be a pro at multi-tasking.  That skill seems to have gone into hibernation lately.  I have about 100 projects-in-progress right now.  Today, I'd like to try and finish just one.

Can't take my eyes off you...

Last week, Olivia and I went to a friend's baptism and left Steve home with the boys. He had a few home repair projects to complete, which required a trip to the local hardware store. Upon return home, Jack and Grant were playing in the driveway and garage while Steve was doing his repair, also in the garage. 

After a few moments, Jack came sauntering in and said "Dad, Grant's in the middle of the street, and he won't come." Steve dropped everything and ran out of the garage and down the driveway. Sure enough, there's Grant smack in the middle of the street with this look on his face of pure mischief. Steve asked Jack why he didn't grab Grant and pull him out of the street, and Jack simply replied "I'm not supposed to go in the street." Duh...

Steve proceeded to bring Grant back up to the garage and gave him a soccer ball to play with. This lasted about 2 seconds, before Grant realized it was great fun throwing the ball down the driveway and watching dad run into the street to fetch it. After about the 5th time of this great game, Grant threw the ball and it wedged itself under the still hot mini-van. Without hesitation, Grant shimmied right under the car, paying no mind to the heat of the engine. There wasn't much head space for him, and it took a good deal of coaxing on Steve's part to get him back out without any burns. All this in the space of about 15 minutes. 

Steve decided that home repairs could wait. But Grant might not. It's a good thing he's so cute...