Firsts: Haircuts, Germs, and Visitors

The Whitfields have had some busy, exciting, and exhausting moments recently.

Dressing like twins

Laugh all you want (I'm talking to you, Papa!)....but my 3.5 year old and my 1 year old both got their FIRST haircuts at the same time.  Sophie's hair is out of control.  It varies from beautiful curls to a bird's nest.  Her hair in the back has really grown quickly, but we are still eagerly waiting for her front sides to catch up.  Because we had waited so long for any hair to grow (who can forget our bald girl?!!), I've been hesitant to give her any form of a haircut.  Cam, on the other hand, needed a trim, so it provided the final push for me to take them both into a salon.  I don't have many photos of the actual process for two reasons: 1.  Cam hated it, and he sat in my lap the whole time.  Sophie sat perfectly still and silent for her little (barely noticeable) trim, but I was so preoccupied in making sure that the stylist didn't cut off too much. The stylist and I had creative differences...

His haircut makes him look so much older!

The past 2 weeks have been plagued with the flu.  Projectile-type conditions....for me, for Cam, and for Sophie. All at the same time...all at the same time when Doug was out of town.  It was horrible.  Cam didn't appreciate his first major flu, and he looked so sad with his bottom lip out.  Sophie threw up all over herself and her carseat (my first time dealing with vomit in every crack and crevass of a carseat).  She actually got sick just as we had pulled into the hair salon parking lot for our first attempt at family haircuts.  It was a horrible 24 hours of me texting Doug that I was dying a slow death and could barely take care of myself, let alone take care of a baby and a preschooler.  When Doug arrived home from his work travel, he was shocked at the state of the house.  He admitted that he has never seen our home so chaotic and messy.  That's when he knew I wasn't exaggerating my slow death.

sick baby boy fell asleep during lunch at The Merc...love the snuggles but hate the sickness

But the best (and then worst) news is that we had our first (non-family) visitors! Our good friends, the Volks, came for Memorial Weekend.  The first 2 days were awesome. Quinn and Sophie had a fabulous time playing inside and outside, jumping on the trampoline, sharing toys and then not sharing toys, loving each other and then tattling on each other.  Jules and Cameron continued to develop their love connection, but that will take time.  The adults played games, enjoyed late dinners after all the children were asleep, sat outside laughing until it was pitch black, and took turns managing the varying demands of 4 children under 4!  Then the germs struck again...initially, it appeared that just Cameron was coming down with a fever and another sickness, but then the germs knocked out Jenni and then Quinn...and then once the Volks survived their flight home, Ben and Jules were taken down by the germs.  It was a sad and disappointing end to the visit, but we are so thankful that they made the trek to see our new city and our new life here in Boise.  We loved being able to show it off to them and have them support our decision to move our family here.  Hopefully, the absolute chaos created by the flu won't deter their future visits!  I don't have any photos that truly capture the good parts of the weekend! But we did take some photos of the cute preschoolers, and next time the Volks come to Boise, we will be better at remembering to take photos of the dads playing catch (and then D accidentally nailing me in the head), or the 4 adults playing an obstacle course in the backyard, or Q and S hugging in the bicycle trailer while I took them on a hunt for the neighborhood goats (not, ghosts, like Q thought!).

She calls him "Quinnie" and he calls her "Soph".... they're adorable. 

Catching rain on their tongues

Waiting for their gourmet corn dogs to cook... this did result in pushing and tears! I love Cam trying to join in. 

In other news, Sophie has completed her first year of preschool.  When I told her that we were so proud of her finishing such a great year, she replied, "Yep, I didn't think we'd ever make it" and then shook her head back and forth slowly as if recalling some long days molding playdough or passing the snacks or singing songs.  Hysterical.  Now it's summer!!