I bought a hair trimmer and cut HARVEY and CARSON’s hair tonight. First time. Never would have done it if we weren’t under the “Star at Home” Executive Order to slow the coronavirus pandemic.
“How are we going to drive this marble faster than a cheetah runs?”
Last night, while laying in bed after reading a book, Harvey said he would like to take a golf trip with me and that I could hand the money to the people. I told him that sounded like a good plan, and would be great. I also asked if mom and Carson could come, and he said yes.
Often, when I hold Harvey and he faces me with his head resting on my shoulder, he lightly pats my back with his hand. I don’t think he even knows he’s doing it.