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…

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