Signs of Spring.

Girls on swings.

Short sleeves.

Sprouting tulips.

Bare Feet.

Sun streaming through the trees.

Bald Heads.

Bald heads? How’d that get in there? Oh yes, I remember. Shawn’s spring haircut.

In my last post I had a picture of Shawn playing basketball with my nephew, Alex. When I first uploaded the picture, I noticed something weird about my husband, but I thought maybe it was the lighting. Then last night when he was standing in the kitchen, I noticed it again. The top of his head is going bald. In. A. Circle. In other words, if we don’t take action soon, he’ll be sporting the haircut on the far right here:

I knew this was inevitable, because, well…my father-in-law has that same hair style. When we were eating supper tonight, I broke the news to the girls, that Daddy was going to have the same haircut as Grandpa Tom. They didn’t take it well, their mouths actually dropped open.

Honestly, when I pointed it out to Shawn last night, he didn’t take it well either. It probably didn’t help that I asked him if he knew “how much time we had?” I guess we’re not going to wait around to find out. If you’ll excuse me now, I have a head to shave.