Let's talk about that hair.

There's some serious controversy about my boy's hair.

It's a love/hate thing with most people. 

It's all, "sweet hair man!"

or like,"ohhhhh. (pause) you're growing your hair out?"

(you know that awkward, "ummm ya, what of it?!" situation that i'm talkin bout??)

But it's whatever!

You can't please em all.

And one day he'll cut it. 

After he can put it in a top knot for a solid year, probably. 

(ps. I originally put "man bun" instead of "top knot"...B flipped! "a MAN BUN, Rik?!" sorry babe, I dunno what I was thinking).  

Anyway. 

 I love it. 

I think it's sexy. 

Like Brad Pitt sexy. 

Plus.

boy's finally figuring out how good it feels for someone to play with your hair. 

His hair-playing has significally increased in quality since he has started wanting the favor returned.

So ya, not mad about that. 

And also, 

he's suppressing my want for a little baby girl named Stella with hair that I can braid for days. 

I'm happy to announce that I can french braid B's hair from top to bottom.

And since we're talking about baby girls....

:) :) :) :)

Stayed tuned for an extra exciting announcement from B and I tomorrow. 

(eeeek!)

That last part was a total joke. 

Sorry. 

I couldn't resist.