Shaving

The other day Riley took his shaver and gave himself a shave. he was a little too eager and took the side burns all the way up past his ears. The longer hair hung down over the shaved skin. It needed fixing.





I have a friend who does Tom's hair. She is the only one Tom will tolerate. Using the leverage that Riley can go to his father's stylist, Riley agrees to have his hair cut and styled.





She does a great job blending in the overzealous high side burns, making the comment that hair grows back. Riley looks vastly improved and groomed by the time she is finished. He doesn't let her trim his heavy eye brows though. Perhaps next time. She gave us a great price. I had to tip Riley also for allowing the hair cut at all.





We head to Fred Meyer to buy groceries for Wednesday. Riley want to see if they have a book he wants so he goes with me. Italian night for the football team is Wednesday. I am entrees this time. I will be making spaghetti. I bought three quarts of sauce and enough noodles. Bring enough to feed 12 people, but the first 50 in line last time were football players. So I need enough to feed 12 football players, those portions are totally different from any other 12 people. I am hopeful with ten pounds of meat and three quarts of sauce and a whole lot of noodles there will be enough.

Riley uses his hair cut tip money to buy soda and chocolates. he doesn't find the book. I also pick up pre cooked ribs and a roasted chicken from the deli. I was hungry. Tom and I are going out again tonight for a golf and wine scramble at the club. I want to make sure the boys have something somewhat healthy to eat that they like.

Trevor was very sweet yesterday to let me off the hook. I had told him that we could go out to dinner and instead Tom and I go out. I gave Trevor a rain check and offered him money for off campus lunch next week. Bribery with food works wonders with Trev. He even sounded cheerful at the prospect of be stuck at home on a Friday night, with the thought of next week being able to have some pocket money for school instead.

Someone at the club was looking for a sitter for their children in our neighborhood. They could also use help on some home improvement projects. I offered Trevor's name, but said weekends only as he has school and football right now.

Trevor called the number and left a message asking for an interview to see if they like him and would like to have his help. He is a good worker, and he is great with children, incredibly patient and he plays with them. I don't know though if the clean up is accomplished. He has taken the child care cpr class.

I was driving Trevor to the pool to swim with friends. We have some of our best chats in the car as we are both captive audiences. He told me in the baby sitting class they also teach the sitters to have code words or phrases to use in case of trouble and they need to call home and have the sitter's parents come over. Like if the hiring parents come home drunk and try to drive the sitter home, or something happens and they just need their parents to come over. Trevor told me what his code word was going to be. He thought it unlikely that he would need to use it, but I told him when I was in high school my after school job was helping an elderly diabetic neighbor. I had to call 911 a couple of times when she overdosed on her insulin. I also had to call the police when I found another care giver the family had hired drunk and passed out in the house. I called my mother for advice on all those occasions. A code word for "help" would have been nice. The idea is to not alert or panic or anger anyone that there is a perceived problem. Stay calm and bring help.

I like the idea that this potential job would be walking distance. We will see if they feel comfortable with Trevor. I am not sure what I want to do about Riley. He needs to work also I just am not sure in what capacity. We'll see what happens.