Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow

Tuesday Melissa was still in a daze. Newly engaged girls are cute. You will have to hear the whole story from them, but let's just say Mark surprised her with a decorated apartment. Aden got up and went to school.

This is what happens when you let the baby pick his own clothes!

At night, we drove out to our friend's house in the Main Line for a ritual hair cutting of their youngest son. What is that, you might ask? You are not supposed to take the fruit from or prune a fruit tree for three years as that is as long as it takes for the roots to become grounded. Religious Jews feel the same way about their sons. They don't cut their hair for three years to make sure they are grounded.

Here is Hillel before the ceremony.

Amy is not too hot on the idea of us doing this with Aden. I kind of want to.

They had quite a crowd and the ceremony was very nice. Hillel even sang some of the prayers. I hope that at least Aden will be able to do that by three, but he's not going to learn them at Breezy Point.

The mother's hairdresser was there to oversee as all the guests, including Amy, took their turns at cutting. Hillel was not too thrilled with having dozens of strangers in his face and cutting his hair. Poor thing.

I didn't get any good shots of the after, but you get the idea here.

Aden wanted to check out the swing out back.

Yay, swing!!!





Ok, Hillel, the binky will make it all better!

Luckily the thunderstorms went by quickly so we could eat outside.

Maybe we should have let everyone give Aden a trim while we were here.

Hillel's dad Jon is a sweetheart.

You can always count on Aden to find the balloons.