As a parent it is well known that you need to pick your battles.
One that I am not willing to get to riled up about is my kids' hair. As long as it is clean, brushed, and has some semblance of order I am fine.
My oldest is about an inch away from a Locks of Love donation. My son decided to do the same. I did have to draw the line there. I told him that he could do that when he was in college. Not a complete Fun-Hater (my main title around here) I did let him grow what is known around here as "hockey hair."
Well, hockey is over. We've talked about it quite a bit.
It was entirely his decision.
Dude, you're in the army now.
But spring will gradually come to these parts. He won't need his long hair to keep his head warm. That was his reasoning, anyway.
Either way, I think he's darn cute.
Another battle I'm not willing to fight? Wearing shorts while there's still snow. I mean really. The temperature was supposed to be low 50's.
Finally. I am still waiting for my new sewing machine. UPS says it will be here today. To celebrate, I had to go buy some new fabric.
You know... I had to.