When a friend visited last weekend, she commented on how long the kids' hair was, and that I should take them to the hairdresser for a haircut. I was surprised as I just took them to the kiddie salon only four weeks ago. Sure enough, when I look at their angelic faces, I couldn't see their eyes beyond the bangs (for those friends in Singapore and Malaysia, it's called fringe, and I don't know why.) Their hair is growing like weeds! And they don't keep their hair barrettes on for long. In my mind, that also equates to two more chores for this week. One for calling for an appointment, and another for taking the kids. And since I had given up on cutting their hair awhile back, I called for an appointment. So I woke up early this morning, made some egg muffins, boiled some pasta, made pesto sauce, and got ready before waking the little ones. Since they wouldn't go to bed the night before, it was a strenuous task trying to get them up and moving. There were lots of screaming from the kids and crying from me. Or was it the other way around? After lots of bribing, I finally had them dressed and seated for breakfast when they proclaimed that they wanted marshmallows (?) for breakfast. I wasn't going to give in to that, or so I thought. My kids are going to have proper breakfast. Famous last words. They pushed away the eggs muffins and the toast with peanut butter and jelly, opened their mouths and shouted"Mommy, marshmallow paa-lease!!!" Then one threw her fork onto the floor and cried "Where's the MARSHMALLOW!" Where did these _____ come from, and what happened to my sweet kids??? I prayed for mercy and grace while trying hard not to pull whatever hair I have left out of my head, and served them mini-mashmallows on their Cheerios before I hurried them out of the door 30 minutes later. Haircut for two kids $39*. One less errand off this mom's list, even better!
*Additional hair accessories and tips included.
When we got home, both wanted blueberries for lunch. My mind went on auto-pilot, and I was immediately thinking of blueberry fried rice, blueberry soup or blueberry salad. But I managed to stop myself just in time, remembering the food in the fridge, and talked them into a blueberry dessert if they finished their pesto (one way to get more veggies in them) pasta and tiger prawns (leftover from dinner last night). Before they dug into the pasta, one of them asked innocently "Mommy! Are you going to take picture?" I truly feel that this concludes their training as blogger kids!After 40 mins, they finished the tiger prawns, ate half the pasta, and began chanting "Blueberry Mommy!" At this moment, I am trying hard not to run into the bathroom, shut the door and never come out again. I managed to make a quick blueberry turnover with the ready-made puff pastry and some fresh blueberries in the fridge and had their request/demand on the table in no time.
I remembered when they were two years old and perfect angels, eating almost everything that I cooked with loving care for them. Now that they are one year older, they are beginning to demand their preference in amazingly loud tones. Am I in for the terrible threes???