people... wake up and smell the homeless!

so i've been uber busy this week. on top of school and work, i volunteer at the United Way. this is normal. i used to do it every monday at the hospital but i've been slackin' on the "free work" thing.

when my son left on july 6th, he was a little chubby cheeked little baby boy with a mountain of soft curls on his head. when he came back he was a little BOY that can drink from a straw, hold his finger up to tell me he's "ONE," is learning how to kick a soccer ball, is trying to feed himself with silverware, is running much better, talking tons more, understanding commands... but most of all... they brought back to me a little boy with a HORRIBLE buzz cut. My military/fireman father decided he needed a REAL HAIRCUT and not this "girly stuff" and took the clippers to Laken's head.

i guess he bit off more than he could chew because his haircut looked like he had placed a bowl over his head and just shaved the rest off. it was so ugly. When i walked through the door to pick him up when they got into town, we both stood in the doorway staring at each other like, "who the heck are you?" there stood my son - the one with the milky complexion and great "uncle jessie" type hair - with this hairpiece, Three Stooges 'do and chocolate brown skin. he is BEYOND tan. he's a little peice of cocoa.

so i just stood there in shock. it honestly took me a few seconds to accept/believe that he was my son.


there's the gawd-awful haircut that i yelled about for a little bit and told my dad he's no longer allowed to come near my son's hair with anything sharp and/or designed to remove hair from the scalp. First things first - we drove into town to the Barber's shop. This is a family friend of ours that has been cutting my dad and brother's hair for.ev.er. He fixed it as much as he could but Laken apparently like his buzzcut that "Popo" gave him and cried the entire time. We "fixed" it as much as we could. When we asked for our fee, he said "oh no! i'm putting this on your Dad's tab!" and then said "i sure do hope bill doesn't fight fires the way he cuts hair. if so, i hope my house is never on fire..."

Laken and i have spent the last couple of days readjusting to each other. it's been tough. he's a whole new kid. and even though i talked to my mom everyday, i still missed so much. i am adjusting to his temperment, moods, communication, and flat out trying not to kiss him every second of the day. I cried. it's hard on me to not see him for two weeks and then see him and he refuses to let me touch him for about two hours. but, truth? i expected it. i was a Psych major for a little over two years and knew that this age is very crucial for relationships/bonding. Out of sight - out of mind. But he's coming around. and so am i.

anyway - more studying to do. test on monday! i haven't fallen off the bloggin' world. just been extremely busy and trying to stay centered and focused.

sounds made up, eh?!