Jackson cannot be trusted with scissors. Do you see why?
He cut his hair. This is not the first or second or third or even fourth time. He does this a lot. And it isn’t as if his bangs were long and he cut them to get them out of his face. This is just random snipping. For what purpose, son? He has no answer.
Haylee’s cat Spooky is finally warming up to us.
He’s moved from Julia’s room to mine, though he is venturing out of it now and then. He likes to sit next to me while I sew. He enjoys being near me and rubbing up against me. He does not enjoy being picked up or held or petted too much. He likes me best when I’m standoffish. He’s teaching me to be cool.
There was a nice article in the paper about the piano competition. Julia is still flying high from it all. (Me, too.)