Ever since Conner was little, he has LOVED to decorate for fall. I knew this year would be a special time, because it marks exactly one year since he has been recovering from Transverse Myelitis. We were decorating the front porch last year and looking for a hay bale when he told me that his arm hurt, and within 30 minutes, he had lost the use of it.This year, I made sure to decorate the exact week so that we could celebrate the anniversary of how far God has brought him in one year. We bought a new scarecrow this year, and Conner was very concerned that it needed to be a "boy" scarecrow, and not a "girl." I assured him this was definitely a boy scarecrow. After we got home, he went in and got the scissors, and cut the scarecrows hair to make sure.
I'm pretty sure Conner would be happy to cut anyones hair who needs it, but I don't really recommend it. I'm pretty sure we have the only Amish looking scarecrow out there.
