Have you met Shea? He's the oldest of the Gettysburg Family children. You know- the one that completely rocked my world- and Rich's- way back when.
Lately, his hair has become a bit of an issue for me. Oh, I'm cool with the long hair. If you've seen any of Rich and my wedding pictures, you know that. But the dead ends? The giant ass perma-snarl on the back of his head? The- excuse me for what I'm about to say- dandruff under the perma-snarl? Ew. Gross. Yuck. Oh my flipping word, I can't take it.
Greeley just saw I was taking a picture of Shea, and couldn't stand to not be included. If you've read so much as one post in the last three years, I imagine you know Greeley. Anywho, can you see the snarl on the back of his head? The ends dampened with saliva because he chews on his hair. I know. I know.
Atlee saw Greeley getting her picture taken with Shea and jumped in the mix too.
Emerson didn't care what we were doing. He was chewing on his toy bar. Not its intended use, but whatever, he was happy.
Now then, where were we? Oh the hair. We've been asking (nagging?) Shea to do something about it for quite a while now. He wanted to wait until the school year was over. He doesn't like to stand out in a crowd and thought any sort of alteration to his appearance would draw attention. I know! It is hard to believe he's Rich's son.
We probably should have stopped somewhere around here. Then I would have had a happy child. But we didn't.
This was his look of horror at how short it was.
This was his true look of horror when he saw the picture on the camera. Can you see how misty his eyes truly are here? The rest of the evening proceeded with him draped in a blanket- muttering about what a freak he looked like.
While I think it looks much nicer- and will be cooler this summer- he is requesting all readers send him brown paper bags with which to hide his monstrous new look.
I told you people to brace yourselves. You never listen to me.