Payson Cut His Hair

I noticed Payson’s hair looked funky one afternoon while we were at the store. I looked a little more closely and discovered quite a few chunks of hair missing. I was surprised and asked him if he cut his hair. He happily responded, “Yeah, I got a haircut!”

I sure was bummed. The chunks he cut were to his scalp and I didn’t want to buzz his head.

I cut it short but not too short. If you looked closely you could still see dents and grooves on the top of his head but I figured that was better than shaving it closely.
After his haircut he asked if we could go outside to photograph it.

It was a beautiful day out so we brought toys so that we could play out there, too. (These pictures were taken weeks ago)

I later found a chunk of hair cut out from the very front of Ember’s hair, too. It’s so hard to grow out her bangs so I was totally bummed about that. I couldn’t get a straight answer out of Payson so I’m not sure if it was he or Ember who did the cutting. It doesn’t really matter, I suppose. I did have a long talk with him about only moms and dads cutting hair and how scissors are only for paper and only when mom is in the room and gave them to you! (he’d climbed our tall bookshelf, after breaking down the baby gate to that room, to get the scissors from the top shelf)

Several months ago Payson started hanging on my legs as I walked. Like, wrapping his arms and legs around my leg and clinging on for dear life. I really, really hate when kids do that. Ember saw that and thought it looked like the greatest thing ever and does it all the time now, too. It really annoys the crap out of me. They both also LOVE to pull on my dresses or skirts or pants when we’re out. I tell them not to but it still happens. We’ll be out and suddenly my skirt is inches away from exposing my undies. Haaaate it.

This was before the scorpions and rattlesnakes came back, we used to take daily walks in the desert.

If you ever see a picture of my kids pretending to breastfeed their babies, that’s all their doing. I don’t ever tell them to but I’m glad they do because it’s adorable.

Lastly, I had originally planned on writing about the kids’ reactions to us telling them about the new baby but I don’t have enough brain power to do it justice. Instead I sat them down and asked them to share what they felt about having a new sister or brother.