Before November officially rolls out and the holiday season begins, I wanted to post this latest pic of Peter's first haircut. There's something about the first haircut that always leaves me feeling a little sad. As those locks fell to the floor, and as I looked at my little baby in the mirror, he started looking like a little boy. I know that is ridiculous. He is seven months old. He's only just now sitting up. He has two teeth, and, from the looks of it, the prospect of another few coming any time now. It's not like he's leaving for college or something. He just got a haircut. But still, it's a milestone.
And speaking of those, I had the fun of parent-teacher conferences a few weeks ago. Both Owen and Nicholas were given their pre-school evaluations. For those in education, the rubrics for these evaluations could rival even our most rigorous state writing rubrics in their educational jargon (read British Standard). I was, nonetheless, delighted to see both of them progressing very nicely. They both love to read, according to their teachers, and both are music aficionados. Surprise, surprise. For the record, while I have a natural proclivity toward vocal music and guitar, Jason has long had an encyclopedic knowledge of all sorts of music, so the talent is not all attributable to me. Also, for all those literacy geeks out there, the number one most influential factor regarding male literacy is that boys are read to by their fathers and that they see their fathers actively reading. That's not to say that I consider myself off the hook, though.
Owen's class is now doing a unit on occupations. Today, his teacher asked him what job he wanted to do when he grows up. I was shocked when I discovered his immediate answer was "a doctor." We talked about it in the car on the way home, and I asked Owen if he wanted to be a doctor for people or for animals. He's veterinarian bound. For today. Personally, I think it's the latest influx of visits to our pediatricians office for H1N1 vaccines, wellness visits and the like that has Owen's imagination rapt. I mean, doctors get to work in an office full of lollipops, after all, and their waiting rooms could certainly rival some playgrounds. Our pediatrician has a horse and a chinchilla. I think this could be a bit confusing for Owen...
Where Nicholas is concerned, I am still trying to figure out if he is mellowing out or if I have just gotten used to him now. He enjoyed a wonderful Thanksgiving holiday with visits to and from his grandparents. His favorite book, The Very Hungry Caterpillar is, in my opinion, an example of art imitating life. I think Eric Carl had Nicholas in mind when he wrote about the caterpillar who ate through an apple, two pears, three plums, four strawberries, five oranges, a slice of cake, an ice cream cone, a pickle, a slice of swiss cheese, a slice of salami, a lollipop, a piece of cherry pie, a sausage, a cupcake, a slice of watermelon and a leaf. (Yes, I just wrote that all from memory. It's been that many readings.) Although Owen could rival Nicholas for appetite these days, too. On Saturday, when my parents and aunt stopped in with lunch for us all, I had already fed Owen and Nicholas in hopes of having a quieter lunch with my folks and my aunt. Little did I expect Owen to eat through two rolls, a half a piece of cheesecake and some apple crisp after his taco lunch. At one point, I said out loud, "Owen, do you have a tapeworm?!" The 4T pants we bought this fall are quickly becoming floods, as are his 4T shirts, some of which are starting to expose navel. Ah well, Christmas is coming, thank goodness.
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