at the end of any given day, john's hair is a disaster zone. between its tendency to stick a million directions but down, the fact that he probably has put banana or apple sauce or cereal in it, and his inability to sit still long enough to brush it, it becomes the world's cutest mop.
last night, though, i noticed something else: it is almost starting to look like an intentional mop. a sort of rakish teenage boy with locks everywhere mussy look, instead of a mom-i-need-a-haircut look.
so i decided to try to document it. 567 blurry photos later, this was the best i could do.
so i decided to try to document it. 567 blurry photos later, this was the best i could do.
freaking cute? sure. but you can't quite tell just how smashingly fashionable my little bug looked last night!
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