I tried giving this little monster a haircut while he was conscious and alert. That was a bust. So I busted a Delilah and cut it off while he was sleeping. I have no idea how barbers cut babies' hair.
We just returned from Christmas in Seattle. For my parents' 35th anniversary (a year late), we got them pictures of all of us. Here is my brother's family: And my little family, of course: My sister and Dan: And my favorite little brother: The original Peleskys: And the people who made us and all of our little families... Continue Reading →