Tanner always looks a little more grown up when I cut his hair. It makes me a little sad to do it. Since I am by no means a hair stylist, I buzz it.
A number 6.
All the way around.
And I still screw it up somewhere.
Sorry Tanner.
I do get better with every buzz though. I offered to cut Paul's hair, you know to save $15 bucks every 3 weeks. The word "no" came out of his mouth so fast, I'm pretty sure he wouldn't ever let me near his hair even if I got Tanner's hair right. I can't blame him.
Tanner officially has all his baby teeth in. (yay!!) The last 4 just poked their heads in.
(I just love Tanner's facial expressions don't you?)
Rain. I'm tired of rain. It's supposed to rain tomorrow. I got drenched in the rain on Thursday while picking up Lana from school. Woken up by the same said 3 year old who's scared of thunder on Thursday and Friday and watched as the drainage ditch next to our building transform into a raging river on Saturday during a Tornado warning. Fun times. Not.
In some good news we are finally sickness free after 4 weeks of snotty noses, coughing and sneezing. (Knock on wood) Yay! That's 4 weeks of Lana, Tanner, Me, Lana, and me again. Lana's second round lasted 16 days. Poor girl.