Hair cuts and Throw up

Dear Jonah and Audrina,
Well a couple of weeks ago we got your haircut Jonah. Short. All I wanted was a trim but somehow your father talked me into getting it cut short...I couldn't take the sight of the hairdresser cutting off your beautiful locks. I literally got tears to my eyes and had to leave the salon. It's just hair, I know, It'll grow back right? But that's not how I look at it. Your hair was beautiful. It was who you were. It gave you character and fit your funny and mischievous little personality. It set you apart from everyone else and made you look even more like a star soccer player! :) Not that you don't look handsome now. You always will be handsome. One look at those dimples and every woman and girl's heart melts, but I want your hair back. I refuse to cut it again once it gets long. You are old enough now though to tell me what you like and you said you like it short and you want to keep it short. NOOOOO!! This will definitely be a battle...
Audrina you have gotten so big. Your personality continues to grow and shape everyday. Right now you like to run from me and giggle. I know everyone in the grocery stores must think I'm the most horrible mother around who can't control their kids. I am the mother who I used to gawk at and think "Goodness woman can't you control your kids?" Ya'll both, but YOU especially Audrina like to run from me and hide in between the aisles and clothes. As I get near you scream and in a fit of giggles you run as fast as you can from you. I catch you and you start screaming at the top of your lungs and squirming and twisting, throwing yourself back until I let you down again. As soon as I put you down, off you go again. It's IMPOSSIBLE to go grocery shopping with you. If you aren't running around you are making me open every single thing I put in the cart so you can eat. This week when we went grocery shopping, I had to open a bag of doughnuts, a jello, a yogurt, a Pringle's chip container, a Crasins pack, and a bottle of water. By the time I get to the check out line I'm having to tell the cashier "watch out, that one's open" over and over again. Not to mention this week after you had eaten ALL the above mentioned stuff you wanted to "walk Mommy, walk Mommy". Okay, I know what's coming next. A game of chase. You running, your brother running after you, and me running after both of you (don't we make a sight in the stores). So off we go and not five minutes later I scope you up and BLAAHHHHH! All over me, the floor, and yourself you threw up. And not just a little spit up, but EVERYTHING you had eaten and more. I was covered in puke and it was disgusting. It's amazing what as a mother you get used to and have to endure without throwing up yourself. What would I have done if your dad wasn't there I will never know. Thank goodness he was because I immediately took you to the car and had to lay in the back seat so no one would see me without a shirt on. I could NOT leave a puked on shirt on the whole way home!!!! You could have cared less. I stripped you down to your diaper and you had the best time dancing and bouncing in the seats. Ahhh, motherhood...

Love always and forever,
Mommy