The Beginning of the End

I'm extra excited when I get off work at 3pm on Tuesdays and Thursdays, because I get to pick Jude up from school. If ever you feel lonely or unpopular, I highly recommend having a kid. In an instant, they can make you feel like the greatest person existing in the whole wide world. Jude is so happy to see me and gives me the warmest welcome. Oftentimes, he wakes up in the morning not wanting to leave our comfy home for school, so I have to force him. I feel so bad. He's a homebody like me. But there hasn't been a time when he's told me afterward that he didn't have a great day at school. Kwang has had to remind me more than once that it's good for Jude socially. Whenever I arrive to pick him up, I don't tell him I'm there and will just observe him playing. It's really cute to watch. He's learned a lot of wonderful things at school. Then again, he's also learned how to shoot me with his imaginary Buzz Lightyear hand laser.

So the week AFTER Jude's school pictures, Kwang decided to cut his hair. I gave him a disappointed look and he told me he actually wanted Jude's hair to be long for school pictures.. obviously one of the things he and I disagree on... like which town is better-- Los Angeles or Chicago? Yes, I would say Chicago. Of course, people say Los Angeles has the nicer weather. But did you know LA folk also experience weather hardships? As I was driving into work one day last week, I heard on the radio that there was currently a "Winter Storm Warning" which was immediately followed by a "with a high today of 70 degrees." Is that as confusing to you as it was to me? Or how about the time the radio informed me that we were under a "Drizzle Watch?" I AM NOT EVEN JOKING.

Anyway, the experiment is finally coming to an end. We've given Jude's hair a partial cut, but we're not sure what to do with it at this point. As bad as it looks now, the fact that it's an improvement from last week is a sign that it was THAT BAD. Poor guy. Does he really deserve to have such silly parents and be the victim of amateur haircuts from a mom whose high school picture reveals a perming wonder and a dad who had longer bangs than his mom?

What's Eli up to these days, you ask? Still not walking. But hey, he can shoot a basketball!