Prepping for Mexico today involved giving the boys haircuts. Why? I don't exactly know why, but getting a haircut seems like a good thing to do before moving to another country. Poor Josu was devastated - - he kept crying "why are you doing this to me?"
It was so pitiful. I might have stopped and put all the hair back onto his head if it was actually possible.
Selma didn't get a haircut;
she got new shoes (of course! - it's what every girl needs before a big trip, right?)