First Haircut

We have a dear family friend who brought us a Christmas tree this year. Mrs. Donna was replacing her artificial tree with a newer model, so she passed it on to us. I never thought I'd have an artificial tree (I had a bad experience with one as a child) but let me tell you that it was really nice. It went up so quickly without any maritial stife and came down just as easily.

Before Mrs. Donna arrived I thought I might take Daniel to get a haircut. Daniel was in DESPERATE need of a haircut--his mullet was out of control. I had been putting it off because I really wanted someone special to give him his first haircut. (Aunt S offered, but I was a little hesitant. She hasn't been trained to cut hair.) So, I was just going to bite the bullet and go to Kiddie Kutters and get it cut. I strapped the boys in the stroller and we started walking. Well, about 1/2 way there I thought, I wonder what time Donna's study at church is over. I called the church and she was already finished, so we turned around to go home and wait. I resigned myself to the mullet for another day.

(Heavy D's mullet)

So, Mrs. Donna arrived and we started putting up the tree. As we were stringing lights, she was telling me her life story and casually said, "I was working and doing pretty well for myself before I got married." I said, "Donna, what did you do?" She said, "I was a hairdresser."

I about fell over. Isn't God good to give us someone we love to do this? It was such a sweet little gift for all of us. Mrs. Donna was THRILLED and so was I. Heavy D looks like such a big boy now!!

I'm Mullet-Free!!

The clencher of the whole day was G Money taking an extra pair of scissors off the counter and cutting HIS hair. Fortunately, it was in a place that was not noticable. I just had to laugh...