Haircut!

Oh boy. We did it. The mullet baby is no more.

. We braved the "what if he looks like a rat??" fears to get this little rockstar a haircut. After all, it's a rite of passage. We braced ourselves for the elephant tears of a one year old about to lose his baby hairs. We charged camera batteries to the "fancy camera" like the embarrassing parents we are becoming only to discover upon arrival that we forgot the memory card. Thank you bottomless purse for randomly possessing a snap shot camera. We survived our 20 minute wait for a chair and only had one mouse bottle casualty. Thankfully the shampoo products were several shelves higher. But you see that little bottle on the bottom right of the shelf? It's missing it's spray nozzle. Opps.

But never fear, we got a chair and the hair products were reprieved from Hayzilla. Of coure, not two seconds after we sat down, Hayden decided in one year old fashion that it was time to be on the move again. Luckly, our wide eyed panicked stylists busts out with "Can he have a sucker?". I think I accidentally yelled at her when the word "YES!!" left my lips.

So, Hayden enjoyed a sucker.

And the sheers didn't even matter. There was an occasional glance to see what the buzzing sensation was around his neck, but never a tear. After all, there was sugar coated pink yummy deliciousness in the hands of mommy. I am the keeper of the lollipops.

Yes mom, more please.

And the whole experience came complete with a freshly trimmed little man wearing a tiny sports clip cape. No one rocks a tiny cape quiet like this little rocker. No one.

Here's looking at you stud. You owned the haircut and mommy and daddy are so proud.

So the only way to end a rockstar haircut experience is with a fo-hawk because let's face it...Rockstars love fo-hawks.

So, rock on little baby. After all, you rock our whole world.

These boots are made for walking...

Hayden and I went shoe shopping last night. He is trying to walk now, so by all accounts, the kid needs shoes.

It is, however, a much different experience than the shoe shopping of my former life. Before, I would sit and browse the shoes thinking of each one. I could envision which outfit I would wear it with and whether I could wear it with more than one. Even if I couldn't find a corresponding outfit, it still didn't matter. If the shoe is great, buy it. Guess that explains why I have 4 pairs of unworn shoes in my closet. I will find an outfit for them someday...

But this shoe shopping extravaganza was a bit different. This time, I had the kamikaze toddler trying to leap out of the shopping cart. As I perused the shoes for the "perfect" pair with one hand, I also had the one handed seat belt attempts going on with the other. Because let me tell you, the child safety belts in carts only do so much. I knew deep in my heart that if he fell out of the cart, Babies R Us might very well frown upon on me in the form of CPS. But in the middle of my train of thought regarding "Oh-theres-size-4" and "For-the-love-little-guy-puh-lease-SIT-DOWN", I saw the hand dodge out of the cart. It took with it 6 pairs of socks off the rack. One came straight out of the plastic packaging. Great, guess now we are going home with little girls ruffle socks. And he will wear them....

So we grabbed 4 pairs of shoes and took off the the toy aisle. It was only there, after a brightly colored rattle was being investigated and squawked over, that we tried on our shoes. I determined 2 pairs would make the cut and journey home with us, along with ruffle socks, a rattle, and oh....I guess we are also going home with elmo since he was just drooled on. And never mind that one pair of shoes is bright blue. They fit and we are DONE shoe shopping. He's 13 months, he doesn't really need to match.

By the way, I hate shoe shopping.

But hey, we have shoes. And he likes them.

Anyways, we are on a roll with our walking attempts. Although I'm not sure the kid will ever get the courage to really "let go" of the walking aids, I'm so proud of him taking those first strides of independence. And while he may never own a pair of shoes again for the rest of his life, he may wear the heck out of his bright blue ones for now.