A Bit Off the Top

Mommy said now that I'm a whole year old, I'm a big boy, and I should have a big-boy hairdo. Today we went to a salon to get my very first haircut. I got to sit in a cool fire engine that made neat sounds and had flashing lights. I got to wear a silly cape too. I didn't mind my hair being cut until the stylist took out the trimmers. I didn't like that too much. And all the little hairs that she cut off started sticking to my face. They tickled. I know some of you will be sad that Mommy let them cut my curls off, but I really like my haircut. It's nice and cool for the summer. Afterward, we went to Sicilys for lunch. They asked how old I was. If you're four or older you have to pay for your food, and I guess I must have looked like I could be that old with my new haircut!

Here we go!


Not sure about this yet...

Being so patient

I don't like this part

All done!

I wonder if we can get one of these fire trucks at home

I look so grown up now!