Lucus, our personal at-home rock n’ roll hair stylist came by on Saturday to clean the family up. We were all looking shaggy.
Apples made the whole thing more tolerable.
I warned you that there would be another post about Noah bathing in Nana and Grampa Holt’s time machine/game show booth/showering experience. It, and Noah, are too hard to pass up.
Up until now, I had been Noah’s hair stylist. The other weekend I passed the reigns to someone much more qualified, Lucus.
Noah was kind of ok with it, especially if he had something to chew.
Squirmer.
Thanks for making Noah a little more respectable Louis.
Just to keep the warnings coming.. Warning! My parents have a crazy shower/bath/jacuzzi/football watching/music listening/steaming booth in the basement which has a built in light show that is impossible to resist if you are looking for a place to photograph someone bathing (assuming you have their permission). The warning? You’ve probably seen this bath before, and you’ll probably see it again because Noah and I are psyched on it.
Noah’s new toy boat.
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