Aidan got a new hairdo today. After a year of enduring squirmy scissor cuts that grow out too fast, we decided to take the plunge and ask Miss Teresa to use clippers on his hair. He did surprisingly well. There was only a minimum of squirming and fussing, and it was over with in half the time. And, as you can see from the picture, it can be gelled up into a little faux-hawk, which his Daddy loves. He looks like such a tough guy in his picture. He didn't want me taking it. Also, for anyone curious about the greenish bruise he's sporting on his forehead, that was acquired in a fashion surprisingly similar to the one that left him the Harry Potter scar. He was running out of the bathroom, tripped over his own two feet, and bonked his head on the floor. I was relieved to see that there was no blood this time, and the hysteria that ensued was minimal. I felt like I'd made a narrow escape.
And to be an equal opportunity blogger, here's a picture of my little Buddha after her bath the other night. She's got quite a little belly on her now, but we love it. She's grinning, because she loves to be naked.