Boo to the MTC.

I've been in a blogging funk lately--I just don't feel like writing anything. But I have to make myself because this is my journal, so here I go.

Today was sad because we took Jord's brother Chace into the MTC....well, not "into" more like "semi-near." They've turned into quite the nazi's these days. Only one car is allowed in, you're supposed to take all pictures beforehand, and you stand on the curb and say your goodbye's for about 2 minutes before their escort takes them inside. It feels weird, but I guess it doesn't give you as much time to be as devastated. It goes too fast. Not to mention Chace was all smiles and excited to go in there...he didn't even shed one tear. I miss him already.

First Haircut!

So finally at the age of 23 months, Tate got a haircut. It's taken TWO FREAKIN YEARS to grow anything on that head! And it still was mostly on the top, not much on the back or sides. I took him to Cookie Cutters...which I loved that place, but Tate hated it. He cried and cried the whole time-I don't know how that girl was even able to cut his hair, but she did a great job.Before, with his crazy curly hair

During the scream sessionHe stopped crying at the end long enough to get a balloon...

And after! This was the best picture I could get of him. But it's so cute, he looks like such a little boy now...

HAWT.

There's a reason I've always been Team Jacob.