Honor got his third haircut yesterday. After my friend Sarah’s account of her two year olds recent hair cut, I was worried about how this would go. Luckily for me, he sat perfectly still on my lap as I buzzed his head. This was truly a miracle because he never sits perfectly still. Here he is, now of course you can’t expect him to look a the camera.

He fell flat on his face off the couch, for the fiftieth time, yesterday. Poor kid, it’s hard to believe he hasn’t broken his nose yet.

Eden actually had a hair cut the other day too. I cut about 3 hairs of her bangs to even them up a bit. We had a big talk about cutting hair. I told her that she should NEVER cut her own hair or else she would look like a boy. She took this to mean that she would BE a boy if she cut her hair. I didn’t try to hard to correct her… anything to keep her from cutting what very little she has.

She’s going to be 3 in two weeks and this as all the hair she has. I’m starting to worry that she’s got a hair growing disease!

And for your viewing pleasure, Honor’s dinner last night:

I just have to say that I just moved the piano all by myself across the room. I need to say this because my husband is failing to show the correct level of enthusiasm for my feat of strength. It’s a damn heavy piano.

And the sad, SAD things. Our tivo died. We’ve had it for a month. A replacement was supposed to be here today and, darn it UPS, it’s not. If I miss another episode of Alias, I’m going to lose it. This is Alias we’re talking about. Hmmm. Maybe I’ll just stay home from Youth Group so I won’t miss it…..

And the most saddest thing of all. Perhaps the saddest thing in the ENTIRE WORLD…my hair stylist moved to ARIZONA. I’m going to die. If it was closer than ARIZONA, I’d drive to her. But that is like two whole states away. I just can’t believe she would do this to me. If I would have known that the last good hair cut I got was going to be my LAST GOOD HAIRCUT, I would have savored it more. I would have video taped it, so I could enjoy it for all eternity. My poor, poor hair. It’s SO doomed. I need to take pictures of myself now because it’s all down hill from here. I will never look this cute again. How could she do this to me??

Finally, I finished my herringbone scarf. I just have to say that I love size 35US needles.

Notice my hair. *snif, snif*