What did I do to Livie's hair?

On Sunday, I learned the hard way that I was not made to be a beautician. I tried to "fix" the last haircut I gave Olivia. I told Mike, "It's not like I can make it any worse." Well, it was worse. Today, we went to the salon to fix it. To fix my utter failure of a hairdo, Caralee had to cut it SHORT! It is still cute though, kinda like a stacked bob. I learned the hard way that saving money on haircuts is not a good choice. Did I mention that about a month ago I "tried" to cut Thor's hair too, another disaster ending up with at least 3 bald patches and shaggy legs! When will I learn?

Thor

Hi! This morning, I was woken up by my dear, sweet 5 year old saying, "Mommy, Thor pooped on the floor!" OH NO! Thor is our 5 month old Yorkshire Terrier we are still making payments on who my husband happens to want to shoot.

Yorkies are funny, they are very temperamental and bossy. Thor is a sweet, little (11 pounds makes him a big Yorkie) cuddly, playful dog. He is doing OK with the potty training, just has an accident about once a week now (really, I promise I'm telling the truth, Mike). Usually, when I do major housecleaning, or he feels he has been in his room too much, he retaliates by going potty on the floor. Well, I should have know because yesterday I waxed my kitchen floor.

I quickly and quietly picked up the poo, hoping Thor didn't make anymore messes during the night...Well guess what there was pee on the kitchen floor, and dear, sweet husband stepped in it. This morning was going from bad to worse. I said a quick prayer asking God to help me control my temper, as I knew Mike was going to be hot!

We managed to salvage the day, and not stay mad long. When Mike came home for lunch, Olivia said the prayer and included, "God, please help daddy not to shoot Thor." We all had a good laugh over that one.