Must Be Rough

When you’re two, life is hard. So so hard.

It’s just rough. Laying around. Wrapped up in a soft blankie. Watching Toy Story on your mom’s iPad.

Last week, I took Jude in for a haircut. He has this strange fascination with the hair cutting place. He wants to go until it’s actually time to go and seal the haircutting deal. “NO JUDE GET HAIRCUT! NOOOOOOO!”  After much tears, groaning, and gnashing of teeth, he gets into the car and pats his shorn head. “Jude… Jude like haircut,” he sighs.

Finally, a word of encouragement today…