Presley loves the park. And she is also a dirt magnet.
She also loves to be outside. Always. I usually have to lock the front door so she won't escape.
She's picked up a few things from her brothers.
Landon's the little rapper.
Jack has become quite the reader this year. And his love for all things art haven't subsided.
Kennedy sits by Presley in the car which affords her some good photo ops.
Presley dressed in her finest (thanks to Kennedy) reading her book.
No pictures of Kennedy, as she is the photographer. Which also explains no pictures of Ethan. They are in the hate part of a love/hate relationship and she refuses to photograph him. Likewise, he refuses to be part of her photography.
After my initial response of anger, I ran out of energy. Too sick to care. I found the clippers and had to drag him outside to the deck to finish the job. He kept saying "I only wanted it a little bit short, not a lot bit short!" I coaxed him to where the outlet on the deck was and clipper-ed him the rest of the way. On a number 1 I might add. That's a lot bit short. But it's what I had to do to match his own creative endeavors.
While in the bathtub to wash off all the stray hair, he was sobbing. He thought he looked funny. Not the hilarious kind, but the ugly kind. I told him he could just wear a hat until his hair grew back. He asked if I had a hat with hair on it. Hopefully we've learned our lesson. Now we are 4 for 4 in the haircutting department in this household. I really need to prepare for Presley going through this phase. Pigtails are soooo much harder not to cry over. 