My sweet little baby boy could easily be called "Dennis the Menace". I can't even begin to tell you all things this boy gets into on a DAILY basis. He has a great imagination. I really need to start taking pictures of the things he makes. As I'm writing this, he has lined up the chairs in the kitchen. He says it is a train. His tiger is riding the train and he has him "buckled up" with the power cord for my swiffer vacuum. And the witch won't leave him alone so he is driving the train to get away from her. Alrighty then.
The whole reason for this post is about 2 months old and yes, my name is Sheila and I am a procrastinator.
One Saturday morning, I was cooking pancakes and Reese walks into the kitchen with a pair of scissors........on his head. He was quite proud of himself and told me he had cut his hair. He led me to the spot where all I saw was a pile of blond hair. Again, he was very proud of himself while I began tearing up. Yes, I know it's just hair and it will grow back but he cut it so short the only way to fix it is to shave the rest of his hair almost completely off!
No lie, the boy had only been up for 30 minutes. Maybe he dreamed of being a barber, I don't know but that is what he decided to do when he woke up. I got over being upset and he still looks just as cute with his little shaved head :)