Mason's First Haircut

Mason may only be 4 months old, but his hair was getting a little funky. With Bree, I've never thought of cutting her hair because she's a girl. But Mason had these few hairs in different spots on his head that were like 2 inches longer than the rest of his fuzz. So I decided to get out the scissors. Now, cutting the hair of a baby is no small feat. He's constantly wiggling and moving his head back and forth, so it's actually kind of dangerous. With a little of Chad's help to hold his head still, we got through it, and the result is a cute, uniformly fuzzy head! As Chad often says, "No boy of mine is going to have long hair!"

My mom brought Bree back home today after watching her for 4 days while we've been sick. My mom told stories of Bree escaping from nursery with the other two girls in there, and running into the chapel and across the stage where the High Priests meet, all the while all three of them screaming at the top of their lungs! And then one night when my mom was putting her to bed, she told Bree sternly to get back in bed. Bree saluted, said, "Yes, sir!" and promptly layed down on the bed. I don't know where she gets this stuff! Then today when my mom and she were sitting on our couch, Bree got really close to my mom, looking at her face, and my mom said, "What are you doing?" and Bree looked at her for a minute, then pointed at her mouth and said, "Yellow teeth!" Now, my mom has a beautiful white smile, but I don't think Bree is familiar with the color white yet. We were laughing so hard!