We (I) decided it was finally time for our little urchin child to get a haircut. His very first. Dad was very sad because he liked to do crazy things like make mohawks in the bathtub and take pictures.
This was probably the most difficult and consequently worst haircut ever. By the end, E was sucking on a hair covered candy cane and trying to climb out of the tub with one hand.
This is how he sleeps every night. Notice his short hair. He is such a big kid now!
In the meantime, G seems to be going the opposite direction in his hairstyling choices.
Rockin' the mullet wig. Like father like son.
Finally, in case all you locals didn't notice, it snowed.
Dad and G had a great time.
Then E woke up early from his nap so we brought him out too.
He proceeded to whine until our ears bled, so all in all it was a pretty normal day.
I do believe winter has begun.
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