In a few weeks, maybe I will get used to it, but for now I have a bit of mommy shock I need to overcome. Hair grows back, right? Hopefully Jim will sit still the whole time when it is HIS turn...
In an unrelated yet entertaining event, I told B that in order to go outside, he needed to have his jacket and his rain shoes on. This is how he came back to me, ready to go: no pants, a brown leather hat, one crock, and one rain boot (on the wrong foot). He was very proud of himself.