Yesterday Jacob was cranky. Horribly, undeniably, decidedly cranky. When he wasn't eating or sleeping he was crying. I was casting around for a reason and I came on one...his hair! I had been wanting to get it cut for a week or two now, but we're busy and we also like that long haired weirdo look in our children. It had gotten out of hand. It was in his eyes, over his ears, and he must have been miserable (his face was also
really dirty!).

His hair had gotten so long he even had
Jim Halpert wings (and still a very dirty face. What was that?).

So I tried something,
anything to alleviate his discomfort.

It worked for a few minutes, but then he started to realize it was there.

And then the jig was up: he wanted it out.

Usually I cut J's hair, but I just wasn't feeling up to it. (It requires precision that comes with more sleep than I'm getting.) So, my wonderful, handsome husband took Jacob on a father/son outing to get his hair cut. Matt said it was a terribly difficult job. With the thrashing and the kicking and the oy! But, Matt did it. And Jacob did it too. He also finished his lunch and neatly stacked his dishes today!

I always miss the long hair when it's gone, but at least he can see. Now he will be able to weather his upsets with his typical ease and grace. Ha!
Also, please enjoy the following update picture!
That was a great mohawk.