So, Rusty is six months old, but I just now scanned these pictures. These pictures happened because one night, as I was struggling to fall back asleep after a 2 am feeding, I had a slight panic attack about Rusty’s hair. I was thinking that it was time to get it trimmed and I realized that I didn’t have any professional pictures of it. I blame it on lack of sleep and hormones, but the next morning as soon as the portrait studio opened, we were there. It is now a month and a half later and I still haven’t trimmed his hair. But when the people at church say, “When ARE you going to cut THAT hair?” I can sigh and think about how when I do eventually cut his faux-hawk (which is none of their business), I will at least have professional pictures of what it looked like.
The only way to get Billy into a picture was to allow him to hold this soccer ball. He has a thing for soccer balls lately. He wears “soccer shirts” and “soccer shoes” now and I think he was wearing “soccer socks” yesterday.
