So there I was, minding my own business over the Thanksgiving Day weekend, sleeping in till 8 (decadent!) when I was awoken abruptly from my slumber by my oldest and the triplets. They had baby Luke with them.
Now, as you can see from the picture below, we’re going “free flow” with Luke’s hair, and I’m not sure why. We didn’t really do that with any of the others. Yet, for some reason, the long unruly locks seems to fit our youngest, so we’re just kinda going with it.
And I’m obviously good with it. I love the way it looks. But more than that, I love the way it feels, if that makes any sense. The relaxed “been there, done that” vibe it gives off. After all, he is our fifth child. And so much has changed since our oldest was a baby. We have been there and done that. And because of that, parenting Luke has been less…anxious than parenting our oldest or the triplets.
You see, because we’ve been there and done that, we’ve found it a bit easier to appreciate the ride with this one. Which, in turn, has made raising him so very enjoyable.
But you know what’s not enjoyable? When the other four kids decide to “do Luke’s hair” which is what happened on this particular morning. The one which I took the liberty of sleeping in a bit. And this is what I woke up to:
I mean, seriously, y’all. What in the world? There’s a certain Dr. Seussian element to it, no? Poor fella. So, yeah, if this isn’t a “when bad hair happens to good babies” situation, I just don’t know what is.
This isn’t the first time, you know. Bad hair has happened to this good baby before.
Why do I have the feeling that it’ll probably happen again?