Hi. I'm a painter, a writer and a mother of three teenage sons, one with a severe disability. This is a journal: riotously disorganized, full of art, food, children and everyday domestic events. Unless you are a friend or family member you may not be interested, but you are welcome to look. Artists who are parents may find some common ground here, as well as parents of children with special needs. For art only, see my site: nancybeamiller.blogspot.com
Tuesday, December 30
HAIRCUT
Although Hugh is seven, today was his first visit to the Barber. His father has quite the amateur talent for haircutting. But I finally could take the thatched roof look no more, and bribed Hugh to accompany me to the local barbershop. The two barbers were really funny and nice and one even played the accordian for us. The whole trip so successful that now Peter is begging to go too. But now, perversely, I kind of miss my little haystack-head boy!