So remember the beautiful mullet? Well, it’s gone. That’s right, Bud got a haircut! This haircut was prompted by a couple things. 1. About 984,756 people commented on Bud’s mullet… a lot of them with genuine concern and some with genuine jealousy (we WERE in North Carolina after all) and 2. He was called a little girl at the airport.

Sam did it and it was very drama-free (minus the part where I cried because he looked older and I proceeded to put his curls in a zip lock bag). So is it weird to anyone else that we keep our children’s remnants of their first hair cut? I feel like if someone without kids were to come in our house and search through baby books, they’d think we were serial killers/creepers. A lot of teeth, hair remnants, and photos of kids sleeping. Super.

So Bud went from this :

To this:

And we’ve all heard about my nursery battle with Bud. Well, this Sunday was the first Sunday in a REALLY long time that I can remember not being called back during the service. Yes, he still screams his head off when we drop him off and yes, when Sam went to go get him, my son was pantless (please don’t get me started on this one) BUT I didn’t get this message which is a Christmas miracle.

It was a nice weekend, COLD, but nice. How was yalls!?