Babe Meets Gone With the Wind.......
Now Church will be delayed until 6:00pm because we couldn’t pull everything together in time to get to Mass at 10:30 to be back at noon when the Bears are playing. Personally, I like it when the Bears play at noon on Sunday. The parking situation is much easier.

Em brought her hair clippers home for the week-end. So it was time to shear the boys. I have my own clippers (bought out of a combination of boys with sensory integration problems and the need to save money) but Em’s have a better assortment of length settings.

Chuck did not want a hair cut, but could be convinced that he had reached the point of either cut or dreds. Eddie just didn’t wanted to be touched. And lacking the vibrant curls of his brother, he just looks messy and uncared for. So we had to round the guys up and clip their hair in a scene that was a cross between the sheep shearing scene in Babe and the unanaesthetized limb amputation scene in Gone With the Wind. If only it were ethical to give a good shot of whisky to the patient - I mean customer. Not that it would help, some of my children have not been knocked out by (hospital administered, mind you) drug combos that would take down Rasputin.
We’ll start trimming them for Christmas on Thanksgiving week-end.