So much for blogging highlights once a week. I think only a week has gone by and then I see that my last post was a long time ago.
As for the title of my blog, Brandon and Eamon had their first fathers and sons campout. Brandon was so excited to take him, and I couldn't have been happier. My night of sleep felt so good.
After they got back, Eamon was dirty from head to toe and I thought, why not give him a little trim since his hair can be pulled up in a pony tail. Well, I told Brandon to get the clippers and thinking that clippers gave trims, he started clipping. It was too late, our son's beautiful head of hair had been sliced down to a mere 3/4's inch. I was devastated, I cried, I got upset and last but not least I said we needed to stop. I couldn't muster up the strength to cut his goldy lock curls off. So our son is now sporting a mullet. It's not so bad, and I am getting used to it, but at least his curls are still intact.
Introducing, Eamon and the mullet cut! All the pictures are after his haircut. His hair is just wet so it looks different in all of them.
