Mommy finally broke down and cut Henry's hair, since it had already shown signs of flopping over (at least in the front). Now we have matching haircuts again!
We've been giving Grandma a hard time with our various biological disasters and illnesses, but luckily we are cute enough to make her put up with us. . .
Here is a story I wrote in honor of St. Patrick's Day:
"I would catch a leprechaun eather by throwing a green frisby to distract him or by takeing a rope and trying to trip him or hideing his pot of gold some where near where I live so he will try to get it and I can catch him."