Ansel hates the way his hair sticks up in back. He inherited this cowlick from his father. Sometimes he will walk into school with his hands clasped over the back of his head hoping to keep his wayward locks under wraps. Unfortunately, this tends to attract more attention to his problem area. I think his non-conformist hair is recklessly perfect and have ignored his requests for "product". A few weeks ago, he decided to try and fix it on his own.
He took the scissors and started chopping away. I stopped him before he got too far, but you can see the damage. I wish I had let him go for it.
And when I questioned his decision to use SIX of his carnival tickets to color his hair at the school carnival, he knew what he wanted and rebelled against my practical advice.
The sticking out of the tongue when working on an important fort operation is completely his own.
I am grateful for each and every night she still wants us to tuck her in.
Savanna doesn't need me to tuck her in, but I still try. Sometimes I watch her while she sleeps.
Corey has been taking a mountaineering class the past few months. He decided that he didn't want to rely on anyone else for outdoor recreation. He is taking matters into his own hands.
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And you, my friend, don't need to rely on anyone to get fabulous natural photos of your family.:-)
Beautiful pictures, Vanessa!
I think you should definitely be proud of Emmy. That's what it's all about anyways.
Love the family shot.
I like your attitude toward the haircut.
By the way...I think two of your comments are spam. The blue lines with the dots are a link that you probably don't want to click on. It may lead to the plague.
Oh, the cutting of one's own hair. It's sort of a necessary rite of passage isn't it? I remember hiding under my bed after I really looked at myself in the mirror after having just butchered my hair. I was about Ansel's age.
Now I'm old.
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