The Phone Call

I just received the dreaded phone call. In less than 4 short weeks, I will be returning to work. My first day back will be Oct 15th. Oh, I have knots in my stomach now. I knew it was coming but getting that phone call really makes it real. I keep thinking I'm ready to go back but now...oh my god, it's going to be so hard. I didn't think I would care. Apparently I do. I'm going to be sick now...

I've never thought my kids looked like me. Especially Jack. I've always thought he looked so much like Shawn. It brings me great pleasure to see this picture next to one of Jack.
I'm about the same age as Jack is now in this picture. Nana said I am about 3.5-4 years old.

Undecided

It's been awhile since I've taken Jack to get a hair cut. I just couldn't be bothered to deal with all of the drama that goes along with getting one. I would suggest Shawn take him but I know that at the first sign of protest from Jack, Shawn will turn around and come home without a haircut.
This morning, for the first time in his 3.5 year life, Jack woke up with some messy hair. It was messy enough that I felt the need to get out a comb and comb it. This came as a surprise to him. He had a "dude - what are you doing?" look on his face. After combing it and taking some pictures and looking at them I wonder, now what?