A haircut? No, I want 'em all cut.

Big weekend. First, Myles had a really fun visit from Gramma and Grampa A. on Friday, who visited for the afternoon and stayed overnight to babysit so Mommy and Daddy could go out on the town. Although Myles gave them some fairly standard trouble at bedtime, it was pretty clear that all three of them had a good time.

This morning, after Gramma and Grampa hit the road, we were able to get a quick appointment for Myles's first haircut. A few quiet tears on the ride over, but Mommy did just fine once we got inside. This was something that Mommy had been putting off for some time, not wanting that milestone to pass until absolutely necessary. Myles will be a year old in a few days, and it was time.

From a parent's perspective, a first cut is a big deal anyway, but it also somehow made him look so much more "grown up." Where he has been a baby his whole life, he's really starting to look (and behave) like a little boy. All in all, it was a good experience with a very nice, patient lady at the McHaircut stand.

"Before" shot of "that '70s baby" while waiting for our appt.:



Myles was a little nervous with a case of ants-in-pants, but pretty good overall for a one-year old in a new and strange situation:






Who is this big boy?



Back home, Mommy and Daddy still can't get over it. From Daddy's perspective, he looks as grown up as I did in my kindergarten class photo: