Then I left.
And apparently my husband temporarily lost his mind...
Because when I returned, my baby looked like this:
DJ, fancying himself a barber, decided to "cut" Noah's hair. He said, "Well, YOU said it needed to be cut!" Yes, NOT shaved!
*sigh* *SIGH* *SUPER BIG EXTRA LONG SIGH*
So, we (DJ, myself, and the neighbors) can't quite decide who he resembles most... blog readers, you can help... here are the candidates:
It's a bit of a tough call for me. I haven't quite decided, but I have taken to calling him "Dalai". You know, like, "What are you doing in the fridge you silly dalai?" or "Get your water dalai..."
Here's a few more pics of the bald baby just in case you need some reference material...
Help us decide people.
And lambaste DJ when you see him next...
And, hats, yes... we'll need some hats for his oversized-melon-head otherwise he'll be all kinds of sunburned...
Until next time,
~ K