Who's a big boy now?!

Hi there. Notice anything different? That's right. Jack got his first haircut! Man, what a big boy he is now. He looks so cute. We decided to go to a special kids hair salon for his first haircut because I didn't think he'd sit still for very long and I thought the professionals could handle him. I was right. They were used to it and handled his squirmy-ness just fine.

The nice lady threw a hair apron on him and I tried to distract him with a book while she wet his hair.





As the haircut took shape, I saw just how adorable he looked. And it aged him like a whole year!





Once the stylist was done, she indulged the silly new parents and daddy with a camera by doing some funny hairstyles.





When it was all done they gave us a cute little certificate to commemorate his first haircut with a Polaroid pic and a lock of hair.



When we got home I was pretty pleased. He is one handsome dude.

"I used to be cute."

I was recently at a mommy and me group and one of the moms declared with sadness that she "used to be cute". In her words, "I used to do my hair and wear cute clothes and be skinny. The other day I put on high heels and I just couldn't walk in them anymore. My husband told me to take them off."

Let me first say that I never used to be cute. But there are some definite changes in my general appearance post-baby. I would say a lot of the changes stem from the fact that I don't get up and go to work every day. It's amazing what you'll let yourself get away with if you don't have to show up to an office at 8am. My footwear of choice? Flip-flops. Or, when it gets a little cooler, sneakers. I can't fathom putting on heels or boots given my current daily schedule. I also realized, as I sweat through shirt after shirt these 100 degree days, I don't have a wardrobe equipped to handle extreme heat. Mainly because in the past I usually entered a building at 8am and left at 8pm and, for the hours in between, froze my butt off in an overly air conditioned office (often times using a space heater under my desk even if it was 80 degrees outside). I was lucky I could utilize my enormous scarf inventory year round. But no longer. I need to invest in a few more tank tops and shorts. I will admit that pre-baby I still neglected my hair and wore a lot of ponytails. But now I literally can't remember the last time that I blow-dried my hair. It's now permanently pulled back.

But let's talk about the vomit. And the stains. That's definitely the biggest change. On a daily basis, and always when I'm getting into the car to go somewhere, I look down and discover that Jack has spit up on me. Or that I have dried pureed peas on my jeans. Or that Jack has put his hand in his rice cereal then grabbed my hair, leaving strands of crusted hair. At this critical junction, I choose the path of least resistance and climb right into the car and speed away. With junk in my hair. And the stain on my shirt. But, hey, I just throw on the Baby Bjorn and no one ever knows how stained my shirt is. Now what to do when Jack outgrows the Bjorn....

Eyelashes for days

Jack has a lot of awesome features but his eyelashes are really something. So long and so full. I hope one day some lucky girl appreciates how beautiful his eyes are.