Oops, He Did it Again

They say that history repeats itself. 

I don't know who these people are, but they are really on to something.  I have noticed history repeating itself repeatedly since I had kids.  For example, in October of 2007, I had one of the most beautiful babies that was ever born.

And then, mysteriously, I had an almost identical and equally as adorable baby in September of 2009.

Last June I woke one morning to discover that Cael had ransacked the house in an apparent effort to secure FEMA funds for some home improvements.  (Replacing the shower, perhaps?)  But after a thoughtfelt, mature conversation, he struck again.  And again.

And again.

In fact, my entire experience with parenting has been a series of events and activities repeated ad nauseam.

Wake up, do damage control from boys' early morning antics, change diaper, plunge toilet from Cael's toilet paper overuse, make breakfast, battle over breakfast, go downstairs to play and destroy basement, kill time until lunch, make lunch, battle over lunch, put kids down for naps, put kids back into bed for naps after escaping, kill time until dinner, make dinner, battle over dinner, give kids a bath, put on pajamas, kill time until bedtime, put kids to bed, battle over bedtime, and crash.

So it should have been no surprise to me when history repeated itself last week during Bampa's visit.  While I was bedridden with stomach flu and seriously questioning every food decision I'd made for the last 48 hours, Joel and Bampa took the boys out to give me some peace and quiet and the potential for rest.

I couldn't rest, of course, and instead watched a marathon of "Say Yes to the Dress" because I was too tired to locate the remote.  While I was reliving our wedding day, Joel and his Dad took Cael to the "haircut store" and cut his hair off.  CUT. HIS. HAIR. OFF.

I thought he needed a haircut.  I really did.  But I wanted to do it, or at the very least I wanted to be there.  The mere thought of his beautiful golden curls all over the floor makes me want to rip a big hole in a very expensive Vera Wang wedding gown. 

I felt that way one time before, and you may remember it as well.  Just a couple of months ago as Joel and I were shopping for Christmas gifts, he sneaked off with my youngest and had him buzzed as I perused the aisles, unknowingly, with Cael.

History repeating itself.

It should be said that Joel thought he was doing me a favor.  He knew that I wanted Cael's hair to be trimmed to fend off the increasing references to our "daughter" that we were fielding at restaurants and grocery stores.  And while his intentions were good, I found myself feeling the same way I did back in November.

So I think it's time to do Joel a favor.  He got his hair cut while my sweet boy was being sheared, so giving him the buzz isn't an option.  Perhaps I need to revisit history to find the perfect target for my retaliation.  Hmm...

Remember Herman?