I get that compliment a lot. Which is terribly sweet. Except I have two boys.
Lets look and see why people might be saying that:
Okay… so they have pretty hair. But I love it. Besides, it looks super cool with a leather jacket:
But Max, over hearing he made a pretty little girl insisted on a haircut.
My mother in law took him (I wouldn’t have had the strength) and Max picked out his own “boys haircut”
He looks very… preppy. Adorable. And preppy.
Hudson, not much for hair cuts but clearly getting annoyed with his hair in his face and on his neck on hot days stayed home.
Well, somehow it didn’t seem right to have one preppy boy and one ambiguous boy so I decided, at a characteristically inappropriate time, to cut Hudson’s hair myself.
I was worried about a complete disaster since I’m neither particularly good with scissors or with cutting hair on a moving target but after about two attempts my little girl is now a little boy again.
Here’s Max (I’m still getting used to his)
And now Hudson’s:
So Hudson’s hair turned out alright. I’ll probably keep it short through the summer, as I get better I’ll create a “how to cut hair on a moving target” post.
There is a lot more news to share! Hopefully I’ll be able to get back to the computer soon! Thanks for your patience!