August 12, 2005. Happy Birthday Matthew!
So since this IS Mayberry, you know that we would live right next door to Jackson's
soon-to-be elementary school right? The count down is only four more
days. The boys and I walked over to the playground
yesterday to help break in the new climbing wall and to jump into the new fluffy
piles of wood shavings.
As for today's photo, I know what you are thinking. What's up with the hair and the bandanas. Well, the hair, we love it and don't want to cut it. We absolutely love it just the way it is. I think he is so cute with his big brown eyes and curly blond hair. But then again I'm a long haired motorcycle riding, guitar playing hippie, so of course I don't have a problem with long hair. And Amy, well, my hair was long when she met me, so obviously she doesn't have a problem with it. Jackson gets a little defensive though when people call Ben a girl. If a cashier says "well aren't you the cutest little ..." Jackson cuts them off mid-sentence with a stern "He's a boy, he just hasn't had his hair cut yet." He likes Ben's hair long too, he just doesn't want anyone thinking he has a sister. What I think would look really cute is an all one length "drummer from Hanson" tucked behind the ears sort of hair style.
And
the bandanas... that's pretty much the only thing he will keep on his
head. Jackson wore baseball caps like a champ, and they looked super cute,
especially when backwards. But Ben will have nothing to do with caps or
hats. At the same time, he doesn't like his hair in his eyes, so the
compromise is the doo-rag. He wears them so much it has sort of become his
thing. It still seems strange when folding the laundry to put my bandanas
in his stack though.
This morning Jackson went to see Sky High with his buddy Matthew, who turned eight years old today. Tonight we went to Matt's birthday party, then Jackson stayed for a sleep-over. Amy, Ben and I went for a late evening walk on Main Street letting Ben talk to everything in all the shop windows. We drank an orange cream soda at The Good Life, listened to music at Moby's Coffee Shop in the bookstore, then called it a night. Well sort of, Amy went back out to do the week's grocery shopping.