New Hair Cut

It all started when I told Jacob to go get his sippy cup so I could give him a yogurt smoothie. He ran upstairs to grab it. Ten minutes later I decided to go get him; I figured he probably was reading some books in his bedroom. Nope, he had gone into my bedroom and found some scissors. He had taken it upon himself to give his hair a little trim. Now he is sporting a sweet opposite version of a mow-hawk.