Monday, November 19, 2012

hair therapy

Today we went to our favorite barber shop. Daniel got a haircut. I got some always welcome adoption/trans-racial parenting positivity.  As in, "Who does Lily's hair? You! Wow!"  I can't get enough, I really can't. And I'm only a little ashamed to admit that. :)

Before: My slightly fuzzy headed little boy.

During: "Mom, I can get a gingerale? Right! Right?"
(His usual haircut bribe/reward for not crying or acting up.)

After: rock star! (Why does he look older with every haircut?!!!)

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