I could just eat myself up. Actually, I don't know if I agree with this. In my current (and never-ending) stressed out state, I think I could be more like an ice cream made out of strawberries that were picked too early. And then maybe if someone left the carton of this sour, non-ripened strawberry ice cream in the freezer WAY too long, that might be me. So basically, you see it thinking you're going to get a nice sweet treat, but boy would you be wrong... (just ask my husband!)
I like Monkey's hair long. I tried to grow out Opie's hair when he was younger, but he has always had a tremendously large head, and he also has very thick wavy hair. You pair those two together, throw in some long locks, and you've got yourself a genuinely bonified giant-head child. So I've learned my lesson: keep Opie's hair short. But Monkey's hair? It's so soft, and straight (our only straight-haired child) and super super cute when it's long. SUPER CUTE. (Agree with me - it's my blog.) But not many people liked the whole long hair thing. I kept having to threaten various family members with things like, "If I come back to find him with short hair I will DISOWN you, run away with my kids and you will never hear from us again. EVER." (Husband was particularly sensitive to this threat.) However, I did say that once random strangers started referring to him as a girl, I would consider cutting it. And even though ...
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