Summer is coming. My hair drove me nuts all last summer in our lovely un-airconditioned house.
Anyway, the best part of hair is the fact that it grows back, so I'm never too afraid to experiment.

This is styled by the hairdresser--she made it a little poofier than I like, but not too bad now that I look at it.

Later, badly styled by myself--I've gotten better at it since then!

Today. Wavy/curly.
I like it.
Anyway so after I came home with cut hair Max was inspired to open his own hair salon.

So now, the Petco/No Dogs, Hotel that is Max's bedroom is also a hair salon called "Getting the Biggest Hair."
And how would you look after a visit there?
Like this:

He's a cutey!
He's already thinking ahead and opened another Salon just down the street, in the bathroom.
It's called "Getting the Silliest Hair." I'm not sure how that differs from the first one, but he did work on me for a while with a comb. It was pretty fun.

Here's the bonus sign for the night. See the one there on top on the bathroom door? It means no pooping. Makes sense, right? Since it's the bathroom?
Turns out the bathroom in our house and the "hotel" (which is accessed by the elevator/front hallway) don't allow for pooping. The only bathroom that does is the one at my parents house. It's accessed by taking the elevator to the fourth floor.
Just so you all know.



















































