Hair Cuts (Or Trauma. Depends Who You Ask.)

Don't let any of the goofy grins, smolders or mug-shots below fool you, this post is about hair. This summer, we had lots and lots of hair out here.

The deal was, the boys could grow their already longish hair all through summer but would need a trim before school starts. Seems fair to me. Especially because I said trim. Not buzz cut, or shave. Just a trim. Mostly to make it all easier to comb and stuff. I really like long hair on my handsome boys, but everyone needs some time in the barber's chair here and there. Right? 

Colyer

~BEFORE~

Colyer

~AFTER~

(I love it! He says it's way to short.)

Sullivan

~BEFORE~

Sullivan

~AFTER~

(I love it so much! He says its way too short.)

I don't feel like these are short haircuts.

Sure, shorter than before, but they aren't short.

sigh...

They seem to be getting used to it.

I know they are getting used to easier combing.

They also both have staunchly stated that 

they are beginning the grow-out process at once!

And, Minna.

~FRONT~

Minna

~BACK~

(after sleeping on wet braids.)

She just wanted hair pictures too.

Flashed me right back to 7th grade and my pink crimping iron.

So, if you see these handsome young men out and about, 

please compliment the hair...

I would really appreciate it.

They just wont listen to old Ma.

The Season Of School.

Today is our first Monday of the school year.

Also, our first full week.

Starting on a Friday is kind of a nice way to ease back into things.

I love, so very much, 
the long lazy hours of summer with everyone home.

As always, the months zoomed.

We played hard, fished harder, 
relished time with visitors and filled up our days well.

I will miss Summer.

But I will enjoy the learning and the rhythm ahead.

Ready for the season of school out here.

Happy Monday!

(PS-notice any hair missing in this back-to-school photo?)

saturday, sunday

The Grand Post.

It's quiet here.

Well, not really quiet. Its never quiet here. Its just a little empty feeling because most of August has been filled with visitors. Visitors bring noise and bustle and busy of the best kind. We did so much! Amazing how all of us, back together after so long, jumped right in where we left off.

Right back to it with morning routines.

Laughter and "the sillies".

(Four is a big year for "the sillies".)

Long walks where I am always the caboose.

Taking pictures and trying not to trip.

Movie nights and seriously salty popcorn. (Grampie...)

All the grandparents can picture our little place out here.

And we can close our eyes and picture them here with us.

I realized that if you come visit we will promptly put you to work! Grandma pruned and weeded. A lot. Grandpa dug a hole and helped install our new boiler. Everybody helped with the animals. Extra hands to keep the kids busy allowed chores to be done swiftly, and a date night to be had. (Yes, a date! Sushi, a walk and spiked coffee.)

Don't worry, we let our visitors relax sometimes too with some knitting or reading or fishing. I taught my Mom how to crochet and Jeff's Mom read up on chickens and just might end up with a teeny flock of her own. Chicken-love is contagious.

It really was a grand few weeks spent with the grandparents. We are still getting over the good byes. We all cried at the airport. (That is a lot of Trenery/Streeter folk crying at the airport.)

It's terribly hard to see Sully, Colyer and Minna cry that way. So different from a bee sting or a bruise. It's a pain inside. Yet, I am so happy they know and love their grandparents so much that they felt it though and through. 

Having our people here was the best way to spend the tail end of summer. What great memories for us. 

We just feel it though and through.

this moment and a birthday...

{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

Amanda Soule (SouleMama)

So many moments to share from the Grand's visit.

I promise I will share at some point.

We are getting the guest house ready again...

my folks come day after tomorrow!

Can't wait!

For now...

My birthday boy.

7 on the left,

8 on the right.

8 years that feel like seconds.

(and looks like 8 years of hair growth on that handsome head.)

Happy Birthday, my boy!

And, happy weekend to you...

saturday and sunday

this moment

{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

-Amanda Soule (SouleMama)

(There were so many moments this week.

Very difficult to choose a one.)

Enjoy your Friday!