My Metro Boys

It's official - my two boys have gone Metrosexual! NOT to be confused with any other "sexual." Metrosexual just means a guy that makes himself "pretty." You know - the guys who gel their hair and use men's moisturizer and stuff like that.
Let me explain...

This morning Jake takes a bath and when he gets out he starts to experiment with his hair. I watched as he spiked the top and turned his head sideways to get a better look. And then, get this, he smiled!!! He actually smiled cause he liked how it looked. I knew from that instant on that we would be needing to "do" his hair every day.
I kissed his cheek and said, "You want me put some stuff in your hair so that it'll stay like that?"
You would have thought I asked him if he wanted to go get an ice cream at McD's. And I kindof wish that I had - he's getting so big and grown up. I'm not sure if I'm ready for him to be a big boy who gels his hair, sprays on the cologne (or Axe - the teens use this stuff) and heads out the door with my car keys in hand! :(

So today he has spikey hair!

Eli got in on the act too. Once he saw Jakes hair he asked for "stuff" in his hair too. He didn't look as good with the spikey on top. I wasn't sure what to do. And he took over.
"Mom, like this... Just spikey in the front - not on the top."
That looked real good on him. Especially since he has this little cowlick in the front that creates a flippyspikeythingy.

I'll take pictures tomorrow before school. I'm afraid that I won't be able to after school today because it will all be flat. They couldn't keep their little hands off their hair once the gel dried. It was that crunchy cool feeling.

Now, I'm going to say something else that I know I'll have to eat later but that's ok.
As my boys are getting bigger and stepping into that independant world trying to find their good-looking way in it, I will NEVER let them wear their hair in funky trendy styles. I saw one of the YM in our Ward who had a huge fro - and he wasn't of the African ethnicity either. Not that fros really look good on ANY ethnicity! And I decided then and there that my boys will never be allowed to look like a freak!!! Or my girls for that matter! NO gold shirts for them! (Don't ask)

Yes, I realize that I will eat those words later. I'll probably have them crammed down my throat even, but a Mom can have goals can't she?! :)

Well, I have dilly-dallied long enough. I have company coming tonight (wear your jammies Haylie) and although I already warned her that the house would probably be a mess, I'm still going to try to get it clean. The sad thing is that I'll clean and clean and it will still be the mess that I promised! :)