Spring cleaning started out personal. Shane got his first haircut in months. Nana rejoiced (and Grandma shed a tear).
We put the Little Einstein's on to try and keep Shane distracted.
There was plenty of hair to prune.
Shane wasn't happy with the process, but the TV exerted undue influence. My son couldn't avert his eyes if he wanted to.
Shane learned his lesson about shoving hairy hands in his mouth a while back. Thank God.
After a quick shower, Shane was ready to get his cute on at Costco!
I think Shane likes his new fuzzy top.
Carrie took me to get my haircut, too. She picked a do out from a magazine and showed the stylist. I had no say in the matter.
Now I could join a boy band.
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