My weekend was fantastic. It involved talking to lots of people I like on several separate occasions. I think I sometimes forget what a rampant extrovert I am, and how much I enjoy conversation.
In between my social-butterflying, I had a quiet and joyful weekend with the boys. I took Grey to buy new sheets for his bed to celebrate nighttime dryness (which, of course, is the cue for having nighttime dryness all but disappear).
And then on Sunday after church, we took Thane to Snip-Its to have his hair cut. The start was inauspicious… he was asleep in the car. What would happen upon waking? Would he scream and pitch an epic fit? Would he squirm curiously? But the dazed “just woke up” aspect actually helped considerably. He simply groggily sat in his chair, pondering the odd sensation around his ears:
Thane's inaugural curls -- glorious but out of control
They were looking particularly weedy this Sunday
As this mohawk shows, it's still pretty long
In process
Who took my baby and replaced him with this boy?
