I can't wait until they go and yet all I can do is think about them when they aren't here

My boys went to have the oil changed in my car and then to the park for a little wear out the kid fun time. I was looking forward to being able to watch whatever I wanted on TV when they left and putting on my makeup without someone (read: the boy) saying "me have a turn" when I was putting on my eyeliner.

And what do I really wanna do? Blog about how the boy looks so big since we gave him his first hair cut with clippers yesterday.

Here is my baby:


And here is the boy that be became in under ten minutes with the clippers and the scissors:


I knew how it was going to be. He would look older and bigger and I would feel a little sad. But knowing I would feel that way didn't make me not feel that way. Parenting is hard sometimes. I think particularly hard when good things that make you realize that they are growing up. Who knew the hardest part of parenting would be the best times?