May 1 - Ian has been growing his hair out since August 2016. It was down to the bottom of his shoulder blades (when wet) and THICK! I couldn’t get it in a pony tail holder. Women would have killed for his hair. But he’s an 8-year-old boy and it was hard for us to maintain. We went to see James last week to change it in some way. I asked him what his priorities were for his hair. My issues were the tangles were hard to remove and it was hot for him. He agreed. Ian told James what he wanted very specifically and James delivered. He has a 5” strip of hair down the middle (he’s calling it a bro-hawk) and the rest was a #3 guard. We also cut about 4” off the bottom. Ian loves it. I love it. He flips his hair around like a super model. I French braided the middle strip the other night and he looked like a tiny little Saxon warrior. My kid is pretty great. ❤️
May 1 - This giant kid needs to hurry up and get his own bike so he doesn’t add weight to mine. That said, I adore that we have Bluetooth comms and can talk the entire ride. Best purchase ever, other than the bike itself. Gotta finish our free ice cream cause we can’t take it with us.
May 5 - Just a little trim before breakfast. Bro-hawk is now man bun
May 5 - My first large group ride! It was so great. Thirty or so bikes out to Surry and back. Ian was a champion passenger and we both leveled up in motorcycle.May 8 - I poured a full glass of lemonade and set it on the side table next to the couch. Ian plopped down in my seat and took a large swing of my lemonade. He then reached past the remaining 12oz of lemonade and attempted to drag a blanket *over the glass*. I dove and made some panicked “aaAAaa” noise, which doesn’t actually stop an 8-year-old in his tracks but makes him pull harder. Four towels later, we’re back on the couch. And I expressly said, “Don’t. Touch. My drink.”
May 9 - Ian at the farmers market: “I’m a cake sniffing orphan in the orphan shack!” In related news, we had a pound of strawberries for dinner.