Many Looks of Owen

The boys got haircuts last weekend, and Owen knew exactly what he wanted.  Make it spiky!  He was SO proud of that hair.  He spent the rest of the day reaching up to gently feel the spikes, making sure they were still in place.  While reading a bedtime story that night I noticed he was attempting to hold his head up so it wouldn't touch the pillow.  Silly boy.  I assured him that Daddy would be able to fix it with gel in the morning.  Jim, after all, had a similar "do" when we first started dating (and yes, he was over 30 at the time...).  I remember my Aunt Nancy called him Jelly Head.  Come to think of it, I kind of miss those gelled spikes.  In any case, Daddy has been excellent at recreating the spikes.

The only thing that has been allowed to crush them was the red cowboy hat for Western Day at preschool.  He borrowed the Sheriff badge from Liam, and wore the hat and the badge the entire day.  Howdy Pardner!