On Saturday we hosted a bowling party for Mikey and his friends from school. The boys had a wonderful time. The Mister and I took turns cowering in the corner, sobbing gently into our cupped hands. Let’s just say surviving a party with 14 boys under the age of ten is almost as hard as passing the California Bar.
When we got home all the men took a nap (wimps) while I downloaded the 200 or so pictures off my camera. They turned out as well as to be expected with such low light, but I still loved these two.
Even if they are sporting hair helmets.
I knew after looking at all the pictures that it was time to unleash the first sign of summer, and it’s not a rubber snake no matter what Nico tells me.
It’s the summer haircut.
Nicholas received the standard little boy cut but has been asking me to give him “Stegosaurus hair” after he got a load of Mikey’s spikey coif. Of course, I had to oblige. It matches his shirt courtesy of Brooklyn Yard (and every other shirt in his or Mikey’s closet).
Mom tip: the key to getting nice smiles from little boys for photographs? Fart noises. Seriously, let it rip. (With your mouth, you know?)
They will feign embarrassment at first.
But they love it.