'hawk

We had a great Memorial Day weekend. I have to admit, since my brother went into the Army and served in Iraq, I have a new appreciation for such holidays. In some ways, it's made for a more somber holiday because I feel a little guilty having time off for the sacrifice others have made - I mean, I didn't do diddly.

But one thing we did accomplish was a hair cut for Hudson. I wish I had taken a before picture, because he was about the most ratty and shaggy he's ever gotten. I was in the shower when they started this (daddy always cuts H's hair). As I had just rinsed my hair out, I had a little visitor pop in the door of the bathroom, and the conversation went like this...

"Hey, Mommy."
"Hey, Hudson. I thought Daddy was cutting your hair? Are you finished?"
"Yep, I have a 'hawk."
(Insert mom's brain whirring...hawk, hawk... what the heck is he say - insert light bulb flash, deep breath, and bulging eyes - he DOES NOT have a mohawk! I'll kill 'em both...mom opening door and seeing child with mohawk cut into his hair). I closed the door, "Hudson, Daddy's going to cut that off, right?"
"I think I like it. It's cool."
"Tell daddy that was funny, and he can finish now."

Well, at this moment I cut my shower short to go and get a picture before this was gone. So, excuse the bad lighting - it was a point and shoot type of moment, and the camera was on full manual.