You guys are not going to believe this, but after all my complaining and begging Jackson to let me cut his hair, I’ve somehow fallen head over heels for his lengthy locks. Seriously, I don’t know if I could cut it now, even if he wanted me to. How something so gorgeous and silky can grow out of a little boy’s head, I do not know. So much for snips and snails.
Next on the agenda: fuss about the weeds in the front yard enough and maybe I’ll grow to love them as well.