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Buzz cut

The kids and I are flying to Utah tomorrow for some fun, so Christopher got a summer buzz cut tonight. It's not quite what I had in mind, but he likes it. We'll blog when we can. See y'all later!
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Lisa said…
Nothing like a Buzz cut to combat the summer heat! Wish I could do the same to my hair sometimes! ;-)

Have fun on your trip. We'll all miss you. And thanks again for the party last night! I had a total blast!!
July 23, 2008 8:41 PM
they call me mommy said…
I had so much fun last night! Your pool is a hit! :-) Thanks again for all you do to Host with the Most.
July 23, 2008 9:16 PM
Jess said…
have fun on your trip! :)
July 23, 2008 10:18 PM
It's Been a Day! said…
have fun on your trip!! can't wait to see the pics.

what i wouldn't give to have a summer buzz.
July 24, 2008 12:56 PM
Maryanne said…
I LIKE the buzz. It's perfect for summer!! Sometimes I wish I could do that to my head ;)
July 26, 2008 9:32 AM
Megs said…
I love the cut and sometimes wish I could just cut all mine off as well. How great would that be! Have a great trip and I can't wait to see all the fun things you guys do.
July 27, 2008 8:48 PM
Mandi said…
Wow he has grown up so much since we were there last. Time flies!!
July 28, 2008 6:25 PM
Julie V. said…
He looks handsome, what a photogenic kid, even with a buzz!
August 05, 2008 11:06 AM
Julie said…
I love it AND all the stars are doing it in Hollywood so it's the very "in" thing.
August 12, 2008 9:45 PM
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