I realize this might come as quite a shock to many of you, but it feels right. After watching Michelle Obama and Taylor Swift carry their perfectly trimmed bangs around the world, I just feel I can no longer engage in the bang world of now.
I can't decide if I'm too cool, or not cool enough, or mostly just fearful of a sweaty Texas summer with lots of delicate hair covering my forehead looking gross for the next six months, but it's time for them to go.
Please have patience with me during this difficult and surely awkward growing out process.
Did you think I was going to announce that I was formally addicted to meth, or drinking before I start to cook dinner now, in order to deal with Cole? He's actually been much more him since I last wrote. He's sleeping in Stella's extra bed most nights now and actually getting sleep, which keeps him sane.
These two have been thick as thieves.
I don't really know why thieves are thick. Surely there is a better, sweeter analogy for inseparable siblings. Insert that analogy here.
These two have been thick as thieves when one decides they would like to confess and the other wants to kill them.
That analogy totally works. I'm honestly surprised Aiden isn't pushing Cole in to this giant hole in this photo. They are fighting over everything these days. There was an all out screaming, crying, episode in the car last week about whether or not Cole saw a rainbow colored car while we were driving.
Spoiler: There actually was a rainbow car. Cole was right. Aiden refuses to concede that it is even possible.
Is so annoyed I posted this photo on Facebook that I felt it was important to put it on my blog too.
Stella is still bananas.
And took 49 pictures of this on my phone yesterday.
See...the bang thing does seem like big news after that last photo, right?