Hair Cutting Time

Is it wrong that I envy my son's head of hair?!?  He has this thick, blonde hair and I would love to make it my own.  I would gladly trade him my thin, wispy, blah brown hair for his locks of gold.

While we were in Montreat, one of my aunts was watching Weston play and said, "Are you not cutting his hair?"  After a little chuckle I replied, "He has had 5 or 6 haircuts already.  We cut it every 6 to 8 weeks."

Multiple times Weston and I have been in the grocery store or on a playground and a stranger has stopped to admire and comment on his hair.  One lady even asked where I got his hair cut.  I told her I was his stylist :)!

There really is no method to my madness.  It is whatever I can get cut in the 4.3 seconds that he actually sits still.  Strapping him into his highchair and giving him candy usually buys me 6.7 seconds more.

I took a few pictures of his most recent haircut so you could enjoy the process with us....

Combing it all out...now we are ready to go!

There are no pictures of the actual cutting.  Sorry!  Kevin is busy shoveling "please sit still" candy to Weston and keeping William occupied.

All done but he's not posing for pictures!  The best part about this picture is that he was saying "cheese" but wouldn't uncover his face for the picture!

Oh drama, drama!!  Dad got the hairdryer to clean things up!  Not a fan of loud sounds!

Obviously the trauma of the hair dryer sounds was just too much!

All done and now it is time to take a bath!  

Here's to a fashionable new hairdo,

Rebecca

  

More Montreat...

This year we lived between Virginia and North Carolina.  In the past we've been on Louisiana, Mississippi, and Georgia to name a few...

Carbonated, cherry-tasting goodness that I can't find in Alabama...

This picture brings a sweet tear to my eye...

Hanging with his 3rd cousin...

More time in the great outdoors...

One worn out little boy...

Here is to one exhausting but fun week,

Rebecca

Vacation in NC

I love Montreat!

It is outside of Asheville, NC.  It is a Cushman/Taylor family tradition.  My paternal grandmother (Julia Taylor Cushman), her sisters, and their families have  been spending a week together in Montreat since my dad was 10 years old.  Yep...that is a 47 year tradition!  My sweet grandmother is the only one of her generation that is still able to come.  Traditionally a couple of big houses are rented and we all pile in, eat lots of food, walk the narrow mountain roads to get some exercise or to get something at The General Store, talk and talk, play games, then go to bed so we can wake up and do it all again for 5 more days.  No TV (except now for the occasional DVD or youtube video on the computer)...just time together...aunts, uncles, cousins, 2nd cousins, cousins who we call aunts and uncles, and now 3rd cousins (Weston and William's generation!).

I love Montreat!

Playing on the back porch with Dendy!

The walkways to most Montreat houses are old stone steps through the woods like this one.

Montreat is still the Presbyterian Church (PCUSA) conference center.  My Taylor great-grand parents were missionaries to Brazil and they are featured at this Presbyterian Heritage Center.

Montreat is covered with gorgeous (clean!) creeks.  When we were children we would spend hours building dams and playing in the creeks.

Life for William is not much different in Montreat...eat, play, sleep...except he is getting more attention from aunts and cousins :)!

Heading off on a walk to the park

Sliding to Mimi

Heading to the creek

One hand first...

Then two...

Then the whole body!  Man, that water was cold, and of course momma didn't bring a towel or bathing suit!

Wanting to be one of the big kids!

Not scared to explore anything...

Time to go home for lunch!

Here's to a beautiful week with the family,

Rebecca

Singin' in the Rain

Weston found this to be a most enjoyable way to cool off from the Alabama summer heat....

And since we were already hanging out on the porch when the rain started, I found it much easier to just strip him down to his diaper than to go inside to get his bathing suit.  Ah...life in the country :)!

My son is in constant need of a haircut!

Here's to staying cool,

Rebecca