carnivores, haircut

Things seem to be back to normal around here, so, as I was saying…

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Food for thought:

Over a lunch of Moroccan lamb sausages, beef/rice/allspice/raisin stuffing, and salad today, Scott asks: “Do you think it would have worked out between us if I had been a vegetarian?”

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Can a haircut make you a better person? We three were all invigorated by ours yesterday.

Scott went first while I entertained the boy with this awesome book, thoughtfully provided by my hairdresser:

Then I sat down in the chair to show Maggie my not-so-handiwork. She said something to the effect of Oh Yes We Need To Fix This and then ten minutes of haircut kung fu ensued where she wielded scissors and I wielded baby. He actually held still for say 50% of the cuts. The rest of the time I was holding him up so that he could swing his legs and arms without causing too much vibration to his head/collateral damage. I’m sure she was being careful but those scissors looked awfully pointy and close to my face, so I have a self-preservation leaning-back thing going on in some of the photos.

The boy doesn’t look much different, but to my eye, there is great improvement.