I can generally tell that Blake needs a haircut when his hair stands up about two inches off his head after he takes off his hat. I love his curls, so I put off the cut for as long as possible. Then, when he starts looking like we raise him in the wilderness, I call up the hairdresser (a lovely girl named Rachel), and get all the curls shorn. Sigh.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
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