The Haircuts

The boys' hair has been too long for a while, but it's been too cold to cut away anything that might keep them a little warmer too. I was waiting for a day like today, that's remarkably warm when I'm home with them. So this afternoon, we headed out to the deck for their haircuts. Since Cale was playing, I cut Karston's hair first. I made sure his hair can't get in his eyes or tickle his ears, but I left most of the thick length since it's still winter. Cale has been showing me, with unmistakable sign language, that he doesn't like hair in his eyes or tickling his ears. I was almost done cutting Karston's hair when Cale noticed what I was doing. He immediately started squeaking to get my attention, pulling my scissors to his hair, and trying to weasel himself between me and Karston. I did finish cutting Karston's hair, but it wasn't easy. Despite appearances (I've said it before: it's a good thing Cale's cute enough to overcome a bad haircut), this was Cale's best haircut yet because he sat still for it the longest. This haircut he wanted, the others were an unwelcome disruption to his play.

Although Cale's remarkably expressive without words, he did use a complete sentence today. He loves to play catch with Daddy! He dragged Daddy's heavy catcher's mitt to him, then as Daddy handed Cale his little mitt, Cale said, We play catch. If it's worth a full sentence to someone who isn't positive he needs many words, you know we'll play catch with him! Well, Daddy will ... Cale's not sure about Mommy playing catch, and no, I'm not that bad.