Believe it or not, I was (mostly) always for a haircut, but Scott kept pushing it off. His attempt to convince me that Jack was not growing a mullet never worked. That hair was beginning to do things that I just couldn't control! In fact, I hardly even recognized him most mornings. A night of tossing and turning typically resulted in a height growth of what seemed like 10 inches.
Well, one day Jack was roaming around the house and walked straight into the wall. Poor dad was convinced it was the hair's fault, so off it had to come. Hah! Go figure.
Yes. This kid has eyes.
I feel bad. It can be easy to get caught up with the Jack man. He's 16 months old and doing so many new and interesting things everyday. A typical day for Samantha involves primarily, feeding, swinging, and napping. But she's such a good girl. Jack can throw anything and everything at her, shove a sippy cup up her nose, rock her in an attempt to catapult her across the room, and she still manages to smile.
So here's her time to shine...just a little...before she got too hungry. :)