My poor Sam . . .

I've been cutting Sam's hair for three and a half years. And it usually turns out pretty good.

But last night -- I got distracted, and started the hair cut without the attachment, and this is what happened. . . .










After he saw it, he tried to get me to fix it his way.
Sam: "Do the same thing to the other side. That way my friends will think that's how I wanted it."
Mom: "No way. Just tell them you had to have brain surgery."
Sam: "There aren't any stitches. No one will believe that."
Mom: "You could have had the surgery will a small microscopic device."
Sam: "Or I could just tell everyone that my mom butchered me."

I guess that's the truth.

Life with Boys -- can't beat it!

So . . . I've had this page, but haven't put anything on it. You could call it laziness, but I prefer to put the blame on the fact that I have 3 boys. (but it's probably more laziness than anything else). So here we are.




Sam's first day of first grade

Benjamin humoring me

Nicholas doing what he's not supposed to . . .