Buzz Buzz

I knew this day was coming. Derek has been trying to talk me into it since May and I have told him I didn't want to. Apparently he won. This morning, I woke up to a nicely shaved Mason. Not that I don't like his head shaved, but I LOVE his long hair. Another gripe that I have is that his hair always has that grown out look when I get his pictures taken around his birthday in September. Oh well, I will admit that it is a lot easier to maintain!

This afternoon, Mason tripped and smacked his face on the hardwood floor. Of course there was blood and I panicked to see if he still has all his teeth. They were all there. I could see the cut under his lip and he refused to put ice on it so I sent him to lay on his bed with a cold rag. I went down 5 minutes later and he was sound asleep, at 5pm. He woke up at 7pm with a nice fat lip. He liked the idea of ice cream for dinner. Who would complain about that?

Also, I've had this same conversation with Reese today, probably about 15 times.

Reese: "Meesey haircut?"
Me: "Yes, Mason got his haircut"
Reese: "Oh, Reesie get a haircut?"
Me: "No, Reesie is going to have long hair. Do you want a haircut?"
Reese: "No, Meesey haircut"

No joke, every time she looks at him, she comes up to me asks me the same thing.