Family Night

Last night we loaded up and headed out to partake of one of our first "Family Night" activities that restaurants sometimes offer to drum up business on a slow night. Last night, it was Chick-Fil-A for a chance to see Elmo live. (note - technically, it was an Elmo look alike - thankfully, the little kiddos can't tell the difference)

Noah must have hugged and high-fived Elmo 4-5 times during the meal. Of course, I am using the term "meal" loosely. Because seriously, how can a boy focus on food when Elmo is in the house? He ate maybe 3 fries and a few sips of his juice box. Here was how Noah spent his dinner time - scoping out what Elmo was doing across the room.

My 3 great loves showing a little Chick-fil-a love...kind of.

Anna was unmoved by all of such Elmo nonsense. Her look seems to suggest a sort of, "Are you kidding me?" sort of sentiment.

She did however enjoy Noah's kid's meal toy.

Afterwards, we headed out to get Noah a quick haircut. Check out his curly mop.

Then, it happened. As Noah danced around waiting for his turn, he tripped and busted his lip on a chair right there in the waiting area. Blood everywhere. Screaming and crying abounded. Josh got a good bit antsy and wanted to bolt from the place. I, surprisingly, stayed cool and calm and had the girls grab us a wet towel. I took the bloody boy outside to chill out for a second and talk him down from his hysteria. I believe I am even guilty of asking him not to put his bloody lip on my shirt...shame on my vanity. :) We cleaned up the lip, did a quick tooth check, and went back in to tackle that haircut. Here's a shot of Noah's red badge of courage after the mess was over.

(I know I like blogging too much when as he was crying and bloody, I had to fight the urge to snap a quick pic of that very moment to share here...bad mommy, no!)

A lollipop, a balloon, and 3 doting hair salon girls later, Noah was well on his way to a much shorter do.


He did of course still freak out when the spray bottle was used to wet his hair. Such an odd hang-up, if you ask me. Likes to play in the rain, likes to take a shower, likes to splash in baths and pools, still likes to drool all over his chin and shirt, but does NOT like a light spray of water drops in a hair salon. Go figure.