A mother's eternal struggle with her sons. Their hair. I'm pretty easy going about hair but I'm ready to see those big brown eyes again.


Conversation with Gray while he was sitting on my lap:

Gray: I'll be careful mommy. I don't want to hurt the baby in your tummy.

Mom: gray, mommy doesn't have a baby in her tummy. Would you like to have a little brother or sister?

Gray: yes. I don't want to be the youngest anymore.