It's Five O' Clock Somewhere

Today after church, we decided to take all three of the boys to get a haircut. I'll be the first to say it was a bad decision. In fact, it was a train wreck.



Sebi spoiled us big time with the haircutting issue. His very first haircut was no big deal. Really. He sat there and just let them do whatever. And he has been that way ever since. The babies, not so much. Actually, they hate haircuts. Hate. With a capital H. They scream and cry and it's really a big ordeal. Which is why I was glad that Sebastian was with me today.



So we went to the salon and the stylist suggested that I sit Gabriel in my lap.

Y'all.

She never even cut a hair for the first 25 minutes that we sat there. Then she had the ingenious idea to give Gabriel a comb. He was happy. Then she touched him. uhhh, boy. After Gabriel was holding about 7 combs (because each time she gave him one and then attempted to use one on his hair, he would grab for it) she was able to start.



Homer sat in the double-stroller the whole time jibber-jabbering, smiling, laughing and just having himself the time of his life. For the time being.



Sebi was being worked on by Big Mama (who Sebastian and I nick-named). She came complete with a tattoo on her backside that I was not at all pleased to see. But more importantly, I was NOT AT ALL PLEASED with Sebi's haircut. But, I couldn't complain. Because honestly y'all, we were a show. A show that people were actually peeking around corners to see. SERIOUSLY.

After Sebi was done, Sebastian sat down with Homer. He asked me if Homer would be as bad as Gabriel. I lied and told him "oh, no. Homer is really good." I didn't want him anticipating the bad to come. Because it's bad. And I knew it. In fact, he is worse than Gabriel. But he didn't know that and I wasn't telling. I didn't need to.

Homer ended up not getting a haircut. Neither he nor Sebastian could hang. Gabi and I (and his stylist) trucked on.



Patrons in the salon were taking turns coming up to our kids to try and comfort them. seriously. And at one point when both Homer and Gabriel were screaming, Sebi decided to chime in. More combs surfaced. Gabi had like 12 and an orange pick. Sebi saw it and took it. More screaming. A pink pick surfaced. Gabi settled. Homer pooped. Sebastian and Homer left to clean up the mess, and Sebi roamed the salon while Gabriel sucked on the (hopefully) sanitized pick. And then she touched him again. uhhh, boy.

Then Sebi returned and was behind me brushing my hair with his orange pick. Everyone noticed this, since we were the star performance this Sunday. I tell y'all, I can't even play the twin card here. Because when I was pregnant with the babies and I joined the Austin Moms of Multiples I was told, "you better like attention, because you're going to get A LOT of it with twins". And no one needs to tell me that I like attention.

But really. We don't get attention for the twin factor. Because Gabriel is so much bigger than Homer. So most people end up so curious as to why I would have 3 kids in such short time of one another. The question I get asked first is usually,

"how old are they"

oh, my oldest is 3 and a half. and the babies are 20 months old.

"They are TWINS!"

yes.

"He looks so much bigger (talking about Gabriel)."

yes. I know.

On the plus side- as I was leaving and holding a kicking, screaming Gabriel (because I had taken his pink pick away) and shuffling Sebi towards the exit (who was also screaming and then actually threw himself on the floor because I took his orange pick away), a nice lady seemed to notice that I managed to keep myself together and she said to me,

"I guess all you can do is smile. And they have your eyes, you know that? Beautiful, beautiful boys."

And I took this as a complement, because I know my boys resemble me- so if anyone is calling them beautiful, I'm flattered.

Once we got all three of our kicking, screaming, tantrum-throwing boys into the van- Sebastian and I sat there next to one another in silence and then I asked him,

"Is it too early for a margarita?"