My little man with the surfer golden locks has decided he wants to be like his brothers.
He has a new do. . . .
I brought the hair cutting bag with us camping because Michael needed a hair cut and I knew I would have time. Jake always bugs me to cut his hair but I always tell him Grandma won't let me, she will cry. Well, Grandma gave her permission and I guess I was starting to feel sorry for the kid. I chopped off his curls. It was so sad. There were curls all over the ground. After his hair cut he picked up all of his curls and placed them in our fire pit. I don't know if he was treasuring them or if he was thinking to burn them forever. He sure was happy as could be though. He had a grin from ear to ear for the rest of the day. Still, a week later, I ask him if he likes his hair and he just grins and laughs.
While at Pio Pico we took advantage of their miniature golf course. Daddy goes golfing ocassionally with his friends so the kids always want to golf. They will get his old golf clubs out and use them to play with around the yard. Here they each got their own club and ball.
Jaileigh trying to get her ball to hold still.
Annie and Michael
Jake, Jaileigh and Annie
Jaileigh was pretty good. She even got a hole in one. Anthony was pretty mad because he wanted to get one too.