I’d heard one too many, “What a cute little girl!” comments over the past few weeks and, one must admit, it was starting to get a bit disheveled. So, though we loved the little golden curls, it was finally time for Henry to go and have his first haircut. Continue reading
After the haircut we spent the afternoon fingerpainting. Emma’s quite the artiste. She attacks the canvas with gusto! When I was a child, apparently, I didn’t want anything to do with fingerpainting because I would get dirty. Given what a slob I am now, this seems laughable (Marla can offer evidence).
Granma Northcutt has been politely suggesting a haircut for quite some time, but Marla and I weren’t convinced. It’s been getting longer and longer and finally we had to admit that being able to see was a little more important than having long, gorgeous locks. Continue reading