He decided (and I agreed) to let his hair grow out for a while. Here in Florida there are some pretty cool guys with longish hair. Bill is quietly appalled, as I'm sure both of our mothers are.
You can't imagine how difficult it is to get a "neat" do for this kid. Each hair on his head aims in a different direction. Sometimes it's shiny and flat, sometimes its curly. As a baby he had the most beautiful halo of golden curls. Yum.
He always liked it "spiky" before. Which, obviously, is the easiest.
Well. Aunt Missy called him "Florence Henderson" yesterday. I'm telling you, Mrs. Brady would be jealous of this flip. In this picture it's not too bad, but at the ballgame, oh ho ho!
So I guess the longish-cool kid hair do is out, and Bo will be bringing spiky back.
New best friends are really great things, especially when they live around the corner. Branson's "sleeping over" tonight. You know, when I was a kid, nobody said "sleep over." We all said "spend the night." If someone had asked me to "sleep over" I'd have given them the "You're SO weird!" eye. I give it to Bo a little when he says it, but only a little, because of that whole heaven and earth revolving around the wonder of my children thing. Anyhoo, (gosh, I'm the queen of rambling thoughts tonight!) I enjoy watching them so much. They get along great. And I mean great. And I'm grateful.