I'm absolutely sure that I just made my last blog post a day or two ago, but as I look at the calendar, I see that I'm extremely wrong. (somehow that happens to me a lot). I've been a bit shell shocked by life in the past week, so I'm trying to decide what would be best to blog about next.
I think I'll go with the fact that my son got his hair buzzed off last night and I barely recognized him when I went to get him out of bed this morning. He was thrilled that he didn't have to comb his hair before school. (It's pretty hard to comb what isn't there.). He and I were discussing this last night before he went to bed. I was making a big deal about him having more time in the morning, because he's always running late. I said now that his hair was basically non-existent, he could skip combing it...he said, "Oh! Can I skip brushing my teeth too?"
If you're not from around these parts, this last fact won't mean much to you. However, if you are from around here, this is breaking news. There's one consoling thing about about letting my son buzz his hair. The haircut was part of a trade and there's a logger from our church with the initials BJ who's minus one mustache he's had for 20 years. My only regret is that I don't have the picture to post!