Fuzzy Head Boy

We've decided that our haircut of choice for Luke is a shave-it-clear-off kinda thing. It works best for him because he truly HATES to have his hair combed and when it grows, it stands straight out from his head. Luckily, he looks cute with his hair shaved off.

Just for the heckuvit, I gave him a temporary mohawk when I cut his hair the other day. It was fun for about 3 minutes - long enough for me to get the camera and take a picture - and then off it came.


(We only get silly camera faces out of Lukie these days)

But here's the funny part. We call him "Fuzz" or "Fuzzy" and fortunately, he likes it. Brynn especially likes to refer to him in a fuzzy kind of way.

Tonight, when they were going to bed, Brynn asked Luke to move out of her way. When he did, she said, "Thanks, Fuzzy Headed Boy" and without missing a beat, he said, "You're welcome, Beautiful Girl".

Awwwwww. So nice. Nothing makes me happier than my kids getting along and being sweet to each other.


(PS. I just figured out how to put bigger pictures on my blog - guess you already realized...)