bad hair night

This past weekend I was fortunate enough to spend with my good friend Jessica "Skipper" Green. Good times. We even decided to treat ourselves to an afternoon at the salon...

I could see about half way through that Skip was having some doubts. While I thought the outcome was adorable, seven re-styles later (at home), I got the sense she wasn't convinced. I would have called it a state of emergency, a real hair crisis...that is....until last night.

After bath time last night my sweet boy asked me to brush his hair and make it all handsome. No problem, can do. Bedtime a success (eventually), and we were all settled for the night.

1:30 AM - (sobbing coming from Noah's room)
Me: shhhhh, it's okay sweets. what's the matter?
Noah: (still sobbing) MY HAIR IT NOT HANDSOME ANYMORE!!!!!!!!
 
Now that's what I call a hair crisis.