This morning was Alicia and Alex's first visits to the appointment. We were braced for the worst as Alex screams getting his hair cut and still fights us on brushing his teeth. And would you believe it, but he was good as gold for the whole thing? So why is it he's OK with someone playing around in his mouth, which is a hell of a lot more sensitive, than he is getting his hair cut? Silly boy.
I have less than a week to get ready for the in-laws arrival. I've already told Craig that Alex is getting his hair cut and we're cleaning all weekend. I know I'm being paranoid, but there's so much stuff that has to get done, and that's not even counting any of the fandom stuff I'm committed to. At least I have most of the Christmas shopping done. All I have left to do is wrap mostly. That's one thing off my list.