Curse of the Clippers

In my journey as a SAHM and Wife hairstylist (ha), I've cut many a hairs (Seth's), but none as traumatic as Jacob and James's hairs!  The twins absolutely hate the clippers.  I tried all the tricks--sitting in the bath (no water), playing a favorite TV show, having their dad hold them, cutting their hair outside, showing them it doesn't hurt by doing it on another person, tickling their arm with it, etc.  NOTHING worked and I dreaded the tears and howls that would ensue with each cut.  All the tears also meant some pretty uneven cuts (mostly unnoticeable, but some very noticeable).  Now James's hair grows fairly quickly and he was in dire need of a cut.  So a few days ago, his dad took him to watch his hair get cut by a pro.  We then spent the next couple days talking up haircuts and how they're fun.  Today, the weather finally cooperated, moods were happy, and we had just gotten home from the park.  It was time to cut his hair.  We did the tickle, put on a show, and had him sit on his dad's lap.  Tears started forming.  I got out my secret weapon...FRUIT SNACKS!  The day was saved.  James got his hair cut!  Or should I say SHAVED!  I put on the wrong guard.  Guess I can't win them all! ;)

2019

If this blog were a book, it would currently be a dusty book on the shelf begging to be opened.  One of my New Year's Resolutions was to write more.  So here I am, blowing off the dust and getting ready to start 2019 with a renewed sense and desire to share my words and thoughts with others. 

A lot has changed since I started this blog at the beginning of our IVF journey 3 years ago:

• We now have 3 little ones under 2 (within 18 months of each other).  
• We live in the suburbs of Dallas instead of downtown Houston.  
• I no longer teach school or sell makeup, and instead spend all my time raising kids and being a homemaker.  

It's actually hard to believe sometimes that I have THREE kids.  Occasionally, I find myself thinking about the path I've taken to get where I'm at today and overall, I am very grateful. 

I'm grateful for the results of the difficult journey we took to get here.  I wouldn't wish infertility on anyone, and my heart breaks when I hear of another couple struggling.  It is one of the most painful things someone can experience--having the desire to be a parent, but the inability to actually make it happen.  I'll never forget those feelings, but am so glad to experience these new ones.  From the highs and lows of parenting, here's to growing up Rasmussen.

So cheers to 2019.  To writing again, if only for me, a place to write my thoughts on motherhood, being a wife, and living life to the fullest.  Here we go 2019!