Big Boy Haircut

I held off for a long time (he's too little to get a haircut!), but I finally had to cave. His hair really was in his eyes most of the time.

Here he is before the big moment. Note suspicious presence of combover, and little flyaway wings over ears. Papa really hated those wings.



And now, in his hillbilly barber cape, with all the hair combed down for display. Yeah, it's probably time.



Hooray! Stylin' new big boy hair do, and no tears. At least from him.



Yes, I saved the hair, because I am a sentimental goob. I never used to be. What has happened to me?

Puppies and Beards and Hay Bales, Oh My!

The neighbors brought the new puppy over to say hello. His name is Hobo. He's just four weeks old (and shouldn't be away from his mama yet - he's a rescue). He is just adorable, and Levi loved meeting a puppy.



And ... there's a goofy bearded man in the house. ("Don't you mean," said my sister, "another goofy bearded man?")



It's always a good time when the big boys come around.



That's Matthew, Levi, Logan, and Orin.

New Babies

Ain't they cute? (Too bad they grow up to be chickens.)