target.

I love Target. I could go there everyday and just wander around and look at everything, probably a few times, and just wish to buy everything. And, walk around and find all the best deals. I've memorized the markdown schedules, so I know what days to go to get what I want. I have been lucky and got some pretty smokin deals many time. However, I have had some pretty crappy Target experiences. As much as I love it, I don't think it loves me.

When Macie burned her hand, it was a terrible blister. It was awful. We were in Target buying supplies to wrap it, when the giant blister popped and made a good puddle on the ground. A puddle of puss...it was great. Noah got lost and insisted his name was Wolverine, but finally told them my name to have me paged. Macie followed the wrong cart out at check out, causing a lockdown of the store. She was outside, all the way across the parking lot when a nice lady brought her back. Macie threw up all over the floor in the baby section...and my new phone, requiring a Code {something} call over the intercom. Macie decided once to tip over about 4 giant vases in the garden section, shattering all of them. Numerous times my kids have run like crazy people through the store, making me look like an awesome mom. I have been told to leave because of my kids behavior...on more than one occasion. I was escorted to the check out because of my screaming child. I walked around the entire store after nursing Avila, and not putting my shirt back down...no one told me. I have left my cart full of stuff because of tantrum...many times. I usually am carrying a baby, pushing the cart, and corralling the others. And today, my flip flop broke. To make it worse, they didn't even have any shoes on clearance for me to buy! 

Oh, Target, I love you. But, I think I should avoid you.

haircuts

I get a lot of e-mails everyday. Seriously, a lot. I have more messages in my inbox than I want to admit. And, most are crap. Most are just junk that I've subscribed to in hopes of winning a lame contest. However, my excessive e-mails did pay off today. I got an e-mail from JC Penney. They are offering free haircuts for kids in the month of August. I hate paying for haircuts for kids. Just like going in for a trim for me...it seems too easy to pay an arm and a leg for. I mean, really, it costs thirty bucks to cut my sons hair? Yeah, no thanks, I will butch...er...I mean I will cut it my self! But, Macie, I can't. I usually have found pretty good deasl, but this e-mail from JC Penney was wonderful! Free haircuts for all three of my kids. For once, my boys won't have long stragglers by their ears, and hopefully I won't be pulling hairs out that I missed during Sacrament meeting...since thats the only place they really hold still long enough! 

Jacob hasn't ever had a professional haircut. And, it was about time. {Technically he shouldn't have qualified, but they didn't say anything! ;-)} He has such thick hair. I wanted to watch someone who actually knew what they were doing do it. He insisted on a "haircut just like Superman". Nothing else would be acceptable. The girl asked if she could spike it. You should have seen the look on his face...he looked at her and said, "Have you even seen Superman?" Crazy kid.

Macie's hair was getting long. It was fun to braid it and style it. However, she didn't let me do it often. In fact, it was a nightmare just combing through it. Everyday when they would come in from the pool, she would be screaming bloody murder as we combed through her hair. The comb would be filled with hair. It was time for something. She saw a picture in a magazine of a girl with a shorter hair style, and she said she wanted that kinds of hair. I asked her if she was serious about five hundred times this morning. She kept saying to me, "It's just hair, it will grow back, Mom." I was nervous. She does have beautiful blond locks. But, she insisted. When the lady made the first cut and about seven inches fell to the floor, I could tell she was worried. I was fighting back the tears watching it fall. It's cute though. Very cute. She rocks that a-line cut. Every one in the salon kept commenting on how adorable it was. We got to the car and I found out that she, too, was fighting the tears. She told me that she wanted to cry, but kept saying in her mind that it would grow back. She's right. It's just hair! It took me about 29 years to get that attitude! 

And then Noah. Noah has awful hair. It's crazy. Cowlicks everywhere. It doesn't lay flat. It doesn't hold gel. It's out of control. I didn't want a buzz cut, but I didn't want him looking like Wolverine {however, he loves it!} So, the girl scissor cut it, rather than using the clippers. She shaped it a little. And the kicker, she told Noah that he was old enough to do his own hair. {Yay!} So, she gave him some free paste to use on his hair. Which, was another score!

I loved JC Penney free hair cuts! What an awesome thing. You should take advantage. I think it worked for me, though. I would even go back to the girl who cut Macie's hair.