After this post is published, I expect to have a riot of picketers outside my home, led by my mother.
Matthew got his hair cut yesterday.
It was time.
Matthew's hair has been the source of endless compliments and much adoration for the past 8-9 months. His beautiful blond curls have given him an angelic, cherubic look. Combined with his heaven-colored eyes, well, I know I'm biased, but he's so darn cute.
This summer, in the humidity, his little curls were like springs.
But in the dry winter air, it was getting really stringy.
So, I took both the boys for a haircut yesterday.
Now I have two little boys, instead of a little boy and a baby.
(But this morning there were no tears or screaming when it came time to brush Matthew's hair.)