Meet Henry Bieber.
And while I totally love his hair, Henry could use a small trim. That's right. This superstar starts preschool tomorrow! (finally.)
I am not eager to have him gone, but the excitement is eating him up. Now that I'm taking a moment to seriously think about having him gone for a few hours (twice a week), I feel very sad. He will be missed terribly. I've digressed.
The trouble with his hair is finding someone nearby who is capable to trim it. Apparently, I'm not qualified.
Exhibit A: The Flegal hedge bushes.
Lacking an electric trimmer, Andrew provided the next best thing this weekend. He pulled out our kitchen shears. You should be laughing. I'm sure we were a sight. Wanting to contribute, I "trimmed" the bush that's obviously... well shorter... than the others.
We'll figure out Henry's hair sooner or later. Good luck tomorrow baby boy! I LOVE you so much.
"Peace out, Mom!"