Saturday, November 03, 2001

BIG DAY for Daddy. Last night as I rolled in at 7:15 I expected to get the big frying pan because this was our first full night together in 10 days. Even the fact that I impulse purchased a DVD player the day before didn’t get me in any trouble. The only thing on Liza’s mind besides the screaming girls in the basement was her son’s hair. The curls that made him look like a Gerber baby were starting to give him a wacky blond Hasidim look. When asked if I would take him for his first haircut on Saturday I naturally replied, “let me get my clippers”. He was a complete champ during the whole thing and he got even better when he realized that the hair that was falling around him would stick to the dum-dum he was eating. Nothing better than cutting your sons hair while he makes his sisters gag because he’s eating a hairy sucker. Liza cried and scooped up some of the curls to save for posterity. The girls just kept rubbing his head. I’m a little worried that he has lost his natural helmet but maybe the reduced weight will improve his balance. 12:00:00 AM    says you