Wordless Wednesday: Boys Spring Haircuts - 2013 Edition

Before haircuts - obviously

As promised: photographic evidence from the boys spring haircuts a couple of weeks ago, before and after. And then even some fun together afterwards: goofing around on the Riverside Park cannonballs, a thing that never seems to get old, even if Ethan has long outgrown the playground.

First: Shaggy!

During: Ethan in the chair, Jake checking out his new 'do in the mirror.

And after: Shorn!

Cannonballs!

Happy Spring everyone!

Wordless Wednesday: Shaggy No More

Remember this?

Ethan, April 2012

Gone. Now this:

Ethan, May 2012, freshly shorn

And while in the past I have always found Ethan to look older after his haircuts, this weekend he somehow looked younger. I think it's because his hair had gone so far into the shaggy side, he ended up looking teenagerish in his dishevelment, especially as it hooded his eyes somewhat. Remember the shot from earlier this spring, wherein he looked nothing so much as a young Bob Dylan? No? Here:

Bob

Ethan

Jake didn't quite NEED a cut the way Ethan did, but he prefers his hair short, so he got one, too.

My long haired boys on the way to Cozy's Cuts

Ethan insisted on getting into every photo I tried to take of Jake

Jake, happy with his short 'do. Yes, that's a zit on his forehead. Yikes!

Last photo before the shears

Why, yes, Ethan does like to mug for the camera

Trippin' down the New York City streets, post-cut

Later, reading a VERY good book...

... and out cold.

With the cat curled up at his feet.

That looks good, think I'll go take a nap, too.

Oh, wait, I have homework to supervise, kids to bathe, read with and put to bed. It was a nice thought though.

Not Really Wordless Wednesday: Mugging

No, not THAT kind of mugging (thank goodness)... This kind:

Last Sunday was one of those unseasonably warm days. It was the very end of Spring Break. Ethan had a birthday party to attend on the East side, very near my Mother's place, so we went to see her for a short visit afterward.

After dropping her off in the dining room, then stepping out into the late afternoon sunshine, I had a brainstorm: Ethan and I should go out to dinner; just Mother and Son, enjoying a rare balmy April evening.

I called Dan who was home with Jake and told them they were on their own for dinner, and he was OK with that.

He knew Ethan had been complaining that "Jake got all this time alone with you Mom while I was in basketball camp, and I didn't get any." So we needed this time together.

The Barking Dog Diner, one of my favorite casual local joints, was just two blocks away, and had a slew of outdoor tables.

After we put in our order (I had my usual grilled salmon sandwich on 7-grain bread - the one I had craved constantly during my pregnancy) we had time to kill together sitting around the table.

Ethan was itching to get his hands on my iPhone and play games, but I didn't want to lose him to the screens. I suggested we take advantage of the sunshine and his cuteness and take some photos. Hence the mugging.

Ethan LOVES to pose dramatically, though he often cracks himself up doing it. He has a hard time keeping the "brooding" face on. Goofy is much easier for him.

Altogether? A perfect evening.

Wordless Wednesday: Spring has Sprung!

New York City abloom

Oh poor neglected blog child, once again I am ignoring you for the one who screams the loudest. Listen to Your Mother is eating your lunch in blogging energy. We have near daily "Meet the Cast" posts going up, sponsors are coming in fast and furious and they need logos to be set and up and linked and... and...

But it is Wednesday today, glorious in its Wordlessness. So I can toss a few recent photos up onto a page and call it a post. Hooray!

Actually, we have a bit of catching up to do, folks. So here's the past few weeks in pictures Instagram (my latest addiction)...

First? A few weeks ago Jake asked for and got his spring haircut:

Before: Gloriously shaggy

Just look at those about-to-go curls

After: Handsome and proud

Ethan, on the other hand? No haircut yet.

Here he is the morning of his class's mock trial for their colonial history unit (love his creative teacher). He's the lawyer defending the British soldiers in the Boston Massacre, and really wanted to dress the part. Hence the suit and red power tie.

Ethan is bemused by the incongruity of fancy suit and basketball

Speaking of Basketball, the season has sadly come to a close. Here are the boys proudly holding their trophies at their respective celebrations:

And finally? Spring has come early to New York City this year.  It seems like every branch and stem in the city has just violently burst forth into bloom. And I captured a few with my phone camera, because like my mother, I love flowers.

Enjoy the spring my friends! (The past few days' cold snap notwithstanding.)

Wordless Wednesday: Men in Trees

It's a Man. In a Tree.

I know it's been a wee bit heavy around here lately -- what with March being the anniversary month of so much utter crap for me, most of all of my father's death two years ago, yesterday.

So I thought, today being Wordless Wednesday and all, I would take this golden opportunity to lighten up and put up a post about something you don't see here every day. No autism. No death. No elderly mother. No aging body. No homework wars.

Just... springtime.

And men in trees on Riverside Drive, doing a bit of spring pruning: keeping things safe, so dead branches don't come crashing down onto loved ones while they frolic beneath.

So, walking Ethan and a couple of his school friends home on Tuesday along Riverside Drive...

what did we see, but men... in trees...

We were amazed at how they got up there, dangling in the air from a rope until high in the branches.

And doesn't Ethan look all teenagery and movie-star-ish in this picture?

OK, folks, that's all.

Men in trees. And a cute picture of one of my boys. That's enough, right?


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