Flexible

Don't worry, the below picture isn't blood and gore - it's gum. Five pieces of gum in James' hair to be exact! Yesterday morning I had a line-up of things that needed to be done for me to get out the door at a certain time, but this is an example of why I need to stay flexible. I could tell something was wrong from the way Ben walked through the kitchen. Then came James, with the look! He turned around to show me. Not only did he require a hair-cut, but the only new pair of pajamas I bought him (that matched Ben and Elijah) went in the garbage. James has a track record of getting himself in real trouble lately when he's supposed to be going to sleep. This round, he put the five-piece-already-been-chewed-wad in his room while he brushed his teeth and we prayed, just so he could chew it again in bed. He told me, (as I was goo-gone-ing his neck,) "now I know why you always tell me that I have to throw away my gum at bed-time." I really had hoped that he had learned that from this same incident we had about a year ago, but sometimes these things take two or three rounds.

We should be avoiding this again for a while, as James is officially grounded from gum for quite some time.

The funny thing is that James didn't say a word when I whipped my camera out right before the scissors. I need to dig up the pictures from a few years back when he cut all his hair off in the front and back, but left the sides long and I didn't notice it until we were at piano lessons. That was entertaining!