Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow

So, another injustice of pregnancy, one that hits long after the fact. Just when the horrendous memories were starting to fade...my hair starts falling out. I knew this day was coming, and it's really no big deal. Instead of giant thick Q-tip hair, I just have normal hair. It's more the constant shedding and the clumps that fall out in Baby T's little fists. Oh, the annoyance!
Been cleaning out closets. Baby T's was just too full and I had to get rid of the things that didn't fit anymore. Could NOT believe I was already doing that. She is growing too fast. Since I've experienced the warp speed of the baby stage already, I'm trying to stop, breathe, and savor the moments. She's been laughing out loud a lot lately. She's turning into such a little person already!!
Preschool C has been up to no good...I wrapped some presents and left them in the living room. I noticed that they all had little bitty holes poked in them. Preschool C says it was NOT him. He may have just "fallen" into them. His light saber "accidentally" hit another. And of course, Sopie was involved. Luckily, his presents are safely secured inside of Baby T's diaper boxes, so he'll get nowhere with that! Now he's questioning Santa. The jig was up last year when he said his present was too big to fit down the chimney. We made up a bunch of stories about the magic of Santa. This year he just came right out and said, "So, mom, this Santa stuff...is it really just the parents?" Quick change of subjects by me, "Look! Arthur's on!!" I'm not sure whether to keep pushing it, especially for Baby T's sake, or just forget it. But it seems so sad to be only four and not believe in Santa.
Well, time to go put some eucalyptus oil in the vaporizer and get my kiddos well. They both have runny noses and coughs. And after that, light saber fighting with Preschool C.
                                                                                                               K