We had a busy weekend full of Potsdam Festival, cousins coming to play all day, a shortage of naps, and evenings with just two special boys.
(After their bath, enjoying marshmallows and a viewing of Lawrence Welk — the Saturday evening tradition growing up, which I was happy to introduce to Merrick and my little man.)
And yesterday, both Carina and I finally got up the nerve (fueled by boredom on my part) to really cut my hair. Of course, anyone who knew me when I was 15 knows this isn’t that short, but it will do for now. After growing my hair out for three years, living through awkward afro stages and generally looking like a total hippie, I’ve been hesitant to do much more than trim it. But you know, you gotta live a little. I’m sure someday I’ll want to grow it all back out, but I’ll cross those awkward afro bridges when I get there. :)