Last month, we seriously trimmed Boo-Boo's hair because he was pulling it out in his self-soothing efforts. Now, the day has come to shave it all off. He was still tugging on his cowlick and "sweating like a fat kid" (as Dear Husband likes to say) in the heat. DH took him to a barber, and the last of his glorious tresses hit the floor.
We're enjoying Boo-Boo's fuzzy head now, but I'm resolved to let it grow back as soon as his habit is broken ... and it gets below 90 degrees! =P
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Gets below 90 degrees? Would that be in December?
Hope you are well. Sorry about the ants and spiders. Have you met yet the scorpions and flying cockroaches?
ABC Rex -- no, no scorpions or cockroaches of any sort. I keep waiting to find one every time I turn a corner... Hope the day will never come! =P Stella B
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