Cut than hair! Cut that hair!

As you have been reading, Brady has been just wearing us down slowly. And it didn't get any better recently since his molars are now popping through his gums, so he's been exponentially more uncomfortable at night, which has an inverse relationship to the amount of sleep that Irene and I get.

Wonder why I'm pulling out the ole math terms? Well, because those were a few of the things I learned in college. Another thing I learned is that when you are beaten down, two things can always perk you up and make you laugh - (1) Drawing a Rollie Fingers mustache on someone with a permanent marker when they are sleeping, and (2) shaving someone's head (while they are sleeping or awake - it's more fun actually if they are awake because of all the screaming -- "Stop!", "Don't squirm or you'll get cut!", "Stooooooop!", "Seriously, these things are sharp and can cut off your ear!"...).

Since we can't ethically draw a mustache on Brady, we chose option #2. He looks very clean cut now. He's gone from a Nirvana grunge to pottery barn cover boy look. Here is how the day played out. Brady loves his new haircut!