time for a haircut

Josh really needs a hair cut, but has the weirdest hair. I can say this because I'm his mom. He still has some bald patches, has this widow's peak thing going on the top of his head and in some places half of the hairs are long, wispy and curly. I think I'm just going to have to take him in to get it cut because I've tried myself and Josh will not sit still. So I've deluded myself into thinking that perhaps if I take him someplace else, I could distract him with a movie or something while a professional quickly attempts to make his hair a more consistent length. Yeah, I've got a bad feeling about how that is going to go too.

But until then, we've been having fun with hair gel.

I love his solemn little face as Daddy gets him ready for church.

Here's a quick church/nursery update. Josh still hates it. He starts crying when they say the final prayer in Sacrament meeting. One of us has to be in there with him because they say his crying disrupts the other children. He was so upset this Sunday that he cried himself to sleep right on the floor. I've given up the idea of being able to sit through church and listen to all the lessons and instead am focusing on the idea of church osmosis. Hopefully by just sitting in the building I can absorb some semblance of spirituality while I try to keep my kid from screaming.