Random Acts of Cuteness
RJ is finally at an age where he can blow his own nose, at least if we tell him he needs to do so. Beth tells him to go get a tish-you and he comes up and asks for a tish-me. How cute is that?
OK, it is not actually a lazy day, but it certainly feels like it since I have not been outside today. Our goal for today is to clean the apartment. It is a daunting task, with RJ doing his best to mess up what we just cleaned.
Beth has decided that since we are moving in a couple of months that she should start packing up all of the things that we do not use on a regular basis. That would be great except that she continuously packs up the things that I use on a regular basis. My only source of contention is the boxes lying around the house.
At least all of the laundry will be done for the beginning of the week.
Our first “snow storm” of the season was quite a disappointment. I would barely even call it a snow storm, but people around here lose their minds in snow flurries, like on Wednesday.
One of the requirements of a Marine is the he be well groomed. For a majority of us, this means we must receive a haircut once a week. This can become a burdensome expense, as well as time consuming for those of us that choose to go to a barber shop. Some people who do not care how they look, as long as it looks maintained, cut their own hair while others find another person who cuts their hair to perfection. It is because of these things, among others, that we are particular about our barbers.
“My” barber unexpectedly quit, and I am extremely disheartened by this action. Jane gave the best haircuts that I have ever received. She did it expediently, and professionally. She gave RJ his first haircut, and was the only person, besides myself, to cut RJ’s hair since. Many times she was the only person to cut my father’s hair as well. (She cut all of the Rons hair.)
Jane, you will be missed.