Our Morning

This morning was a hair morning. After all, it is a holiday and I think from this point on holidays are going to be synonymous with fancy hair.

I got out the hair basket.

Got the clips ready.

Opened the container of hair bands.

And reached for the parting comb.

 Soon enough, we were looking at some fresh twists and a new style.

She was happy I was done.

I was happy I was done.

In the meantime, he was trying to stay entertained.

And as usual, he was attempting to evade the paparazzi.

But after a bath, he felt ready to cooperate.

His nice shirt is covered by his monster truck sweatshirt, but we tried.

We will just continue to relax until dinner time, when we visit with extended family. So much to be thankful for.