The Belly Beans (Bryson and Sawyer)

It seems that a small rodent has taken up residence in our basement.  The first evidence was an empty package of cheez-its left in our “snack basket” in the basement. When I discovered the empty packaging, I just assumed that Dave had accidentally left his trash laying around.  But the next day- there was a full on raid of our snack basket- and it was very clear that some rodent had invited his entire family for a feast in our basement.  Nutrigrain bars, baked lays, cheez-its, quaker-oatmeal bites…you name it- they were all eaten (or tasted).  I guess since they were “100 calorie packs” the rodents felt the need to eat multiple packages.  The most amazing thing is that one of the little bags of cheez-its was carried half way up the stair case before being abandoned.  Any wild creature that can carry a bag of crackers 1/2 way up the stair case is no one I want to meet in the middle of the night! 

We are now looking in to ways to humanely remove Mickey Mouse from the premises.  The problem is that our garage door does not close down completely, so I am sure that any little rodent who gets hungry will wander back in to our all you can eat buffet.  Doh!!  I am going shopping tomorrow for some good plastic boxes for our snacks.

On a different note- we had a big weekend!  On Saturday we went to a birthday party for one of Bee’s class mates, Lucy.  It was a lot of fun to get to meet all of the kids (and parents) in Bryson’s class.  They were all young professionals who seemed pretty similar to to me and Dave.  Since we are having a hard time convincing our other friends to move to Georgia, I am hoping we can make some new friends from this network!  Of course, Bryson was pretty confused about seeing all of his friends outside of the school setting, but he seemed to enjoy running around and playing with the gang.  I think he gets a little overwhelmed by all of the activity with the kids.  After about an hour he started going up to everyone and telling them bye-bye.  We were able to keep him engaged through the birthday cake- but then it was time to go.  I guess that is understandable since he has spent so much of his time with just us. 

Another thing that happened this weekend is that we decided to say goodbye to the mullet look and took Bryson to the “Hair Zoo” for his first hair cut.  Here is a “before picture”.

I had never been in the place before- but with a name like “hair zoo”, I fully expected a cute “kids haircut” place.  You know- with neat chairs, and cutesy things around the salon.  Boy was I wrong.  This place was just another typical “Hair Cuttery” with a fun sounding name.  Of course, by the time I realized my mistake, we had unloaded Bryson from the car and really talked it up about sitting in a big chair for his first hair cut and the whole bit.  So we stayed and got Bryson’s hair cut at an Anywhere-In-America salon.  Oh well.  She offered to save his hair clippings..(for his baby book?) but I opted not to.  Keeping hair just seems weird to me.  I mean what am I going to do with it?  Show it to him?  I can just see the conversation now…”See Bryson, I finally agreed to take you for your first hair cut when you were nearly 2.  The only reason I gave in to cutting off your sweet little curls was because random ladies in the grocery store thought you were a girl and you were getting a mullet.”  “Gee, thanks mom. Good story!”  OK maybe I am being a bit cynical. 

I can’t believe I gave in to letting him have a “dum-dum”.  It was like he died and went to corn sugar heaven.  But he sure did sit still while she cut his hair.

We also went and climbed to the top of Stone Mountain.  Bryson initially refused to get in his back pack and proceeded to climb about 40% of the way up by himself.  As you can see, there are some pretty steep parts where they have installed beautiful handrails.  Ahhh- nature.

But that ended once it got to be too steep and he let us help him.

Its a good thing he gave in to the carrier, because apparently he was pretty tired!  He slept the entire way back down the mountain.