The bedroom haircut didn’t happen last night. Josiah had other plans. Do you think he knew what I was up to? How could he possibly know I had full intentions of finishing his bathtub haircut? The boy had NO desire to sleep last night.

He has a new bedroom. He’s in a different bed. We recently switched some kids around now that the 2 older girls are away at College. We figured it was best to move Josiah back down stairs, closer to the Master bedroom.

He was often waking in the night and wandering down to our room anyway. Figured it was best for him to be off the stairs in the middle of the night. We also figured it would be easier to help him maintain a better bedtime routine if we didn’t have to keep walking him back up to his bedroom at night. It’s much easier to walk him down the hall and around the bend.

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Josiah’s hair is getting long. Quite long actually. I started thinking early this morning how easy it would be if he were a girl. We could let his hair grow and grow and grow. It wouldn’t matter how long it got because long hair on a girl is fine. Not so fine on a little boy.

He’s needed a haircut for a while. He is way overdue. When Josiah gets his hair cut we typically have it done in a buzz cut. We have it cut as short as possible and it looks really cute that way. The real reason we get it cut so short is because the entire experience is horrendous. Josiah detests getting his hair cut. No one wants to put the boy through such an ordeal. So getting it cut super short means we have to do it less frequently.

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Rick and I rarely get out together anymore. We used to ‘date’ quite frequently. Those days are long gone. One of us always needs to be with Josiah. Recently though we have found some amazing, caring babysitters who are wonderful with Josiah. It has enabled us to spend a night here and there out together, reconnecting.

Last night we were able to steal away for a couple of hours to catch a movie. It was a thrill for me. Since Christmas break, Josiah has spent more time out of school, home sick, than he has in school. That means, I’ve been here with him. It means long days and often, even longer nights. Chandler has been sick also. She has Strep and has been home quite a few days as well.I was glad to be getting a break.

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Josiah has no need for toys. He rarely finds them engaging. He typically ignores them. Actually, often they make him angry.  Over the years I’ve searched for a toy that would be THE toy Josiah would love, the one that would mesmerize him, captivate him and allow us to interact with him. It’s been nearly 10 years and I still have not found that toy.

I’ve searched specialty stores, scoured catalogs, browsed sensory integration sites on-line and have read countless reviews from other parents. Many times I thought for sure I had stumbled upon the quintessential toy.  Many times, I was wrong.

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We took Josiah for his helmet fitting a while back. I had anticipated the entire experience would be uncomfortable and difficult. Thankfully it was not. Rick went with me. I knew it would take a pair of strong hands to hold Josiah while the helmet was placed on his head. I knew Josiah would not be agreeable to the fitting.

I did not know they would put a PINK helmet on his head. Josiah was a trooper through it all. He did not like the helmet initially. We did have to hold his arms down while it was placed on his head. He’s a strong kid. I’m glad Rick was there to help manage him. Once the helmet was on, Josiah seemed not to mind so much. Maybe the pressure felt good on his head. Maybe he didn’t realize he was wearing a pink helmet. Light pink actually.

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