Haircut

He is growing up to be the sweetest young man. He now sits on his own for a hair cut....and hold as still as a statue.

I love watching him interact with people. The entire time he was getting his hair cut he was talking about his grandma and how we are going to visit her. "wherez gamma" he would endlessly repeat...with his hands raised in question.

This child of mine is a hairy boy....and those of you who know me well....know where he got it. Poor Kid. I am trying to figure out what style this kid should have. Short and militant, long and hippie like, spiked, mohawk, or slicked down....it has been fun playing around.


These are the days.