So long sweet summer

I hate to say it but I am thinking by the school buses and bag packs that I have seen around lately, that summer is meeting its' end. I am devastated by this, although I love the Autumn like I love chocolate. Which is A Whole Lot. Thankfully, my eldest child is putting off his kinder-days for one more year. Phew. Pretty sure next year I will need lots of therapy. And I feel bad that I wished Summer off last year because my belly was filled with Leo. Anyhoo- on top of the carelessness of the season wisping by, I have also been running a Bed n Breakfast at my house for at least a month now (aka, non-stop visitors and houseguests). Oh yeah, and a newly adopted nephew. Needless to say, my allergies (hormones, mother problems) have caused some awesome behavior lately. Like bawling and needing some time out when Keith shaved the boys' heads instead of giving them a normal haircut. Seriously? I think there are better things to cry about. Although, since those boys are my world, I guess not. They still look pretty cute I guess.

I am always afraid that when Keith cuts Benson's hair that it will grow in darker. Oh how I adore his little white hair that feels like hay.

And my Griffey, who has sandy locks with white spots all over it. Just like his Dad. Natural highlights, that are of course fantastic in the summer months. Speaking of hair, mine is crazy long right now. Way longer than it has been in a loooong time. Like dating Keith long. I am still not sick of it, probably because reading sweet hair blogs is my latest obsesh.

Lucky for me, Baby Leo was asleep when the Barber got to work and I told him under no circumstances would we wake up my blond babe for a haircut.

But a few days later, Keith convinced me it was time for the Rooster tail to go, so Leo could someday have hay for hair like his brothers.

I actually think Leo quite enjoyed his little cut. He was way easier to cut than his brothers.

I am loving my mirror reflection in this picture, trying to get my little guy to smile. It didn't happen.

Poor little guy is hairless, but still white-haired. Thank goodness. And believe it or not, he is still adorable. And unlike his brother Benson, he has dark eyelashes. I hate that he looks so old now and can't wait for the hair to grow back. Keith assures me it will come back quickly. He better be right.

Oh summer, you have been good to us. We have enjoyed the sun kissed skin, bike riding, baseball games, late night swims, running outside, daily park visits and overall ease of life that you bring to us. I guess the calendar is forcing us to move on. Will you stay a little longer please? At least long enough to bleach our hair again.