




Well, my baby turned 18 months today, and he was well overdue for a haircut. The picture of him in his car seat was a before shot on the way there- the curls were pretty out of control. So, we went to the Hometown Barber Shop (yes, that's it's real name), and chopped the sweet, beautiful locks. Of course, they came off in the form of perfect little curls. He did great at first. He thought the big racecar apron they put on him was pretty cool. But, as soon as they fired up the noisy buzzer, he lost it. And yes, cried the entire time until they turned it off. Then he yelled, "All Done!" and finally began to smile again. The lemonade flavored sucker helped a little too. Needless to say, he looks like a little man now. But, as all you mothers know, and Tim kindly reassured me of, he will always be my baby...