Hair Today, Gone Tommorrow

I have had three haircuts in my 18 months on this earth. My first haircut at 9 months old went fairly well...but that apparently was a result of it being the FIRST. See, I had no idea what to expect, so it was really like a new adventure. I got to sit in this really cool car and wear a cape and watch a Baby Einstein video. I did great until the dreaded clippers came out. Then the tears flowed.

My second and third haircuts were really upsetting to me and I cried during both from start to finish. All of my dramatics apparently worked their magic on Mom and thus I haven't had to go get another haircut for quite a while now. But, a good thing doesn't always last forever. My mom says I am starting to look like a little girl and unfortunately, she decided to go ahead and schedule my next haircut. The good news is that I was able to successfully feign a teething episode (a molar!) on the day of my scheduled haircut and convince her that it was just not the day to cut my hair as well. Unhappiness averted for at least one more day. Yikes!

The bad news is that Mom is a pretty determined person and darn if she isn't a smart little cookie. I couldn't believe it but she rescheduled the appointment again, but this time, she asked Dad to take me. Daddy isn't as soft as Mom....#!!%!..so dad took me, I got my haircut and we all survived. Mom thinks that Dad is telling a little white lie, but Dad's account of this recent haircut wasn't that bad and I only cried a little.

See my new haircut and a reminder of what it looked like before. I look like a little man again. A very handsome little man, if I must say so!

iPod Baby

Mom and dad have these amazing little boxes that have long cords on them. When you put the little balls at the end of the cords into your ear you can hear a variety of music....and we all know how I feel about dancing and music, right? What in the world am I talking about you say? Well, of course I am talking about mom and dad's iPods. Whenever I see them, I immediately start sticking my fingers in my ears and saying "Pod" to let them know that I would like to take a listen.

I must say that my daddy has a very bizarre taste in music. Mom has always said this and mentions some secret heavy metal concert that Dad went to and didn't tell her about when they first started dating. Apparently, his sickness continues, as his iPod contains selections from Def Leppard, Kiss, Dio, Judas Priest and the list goes on and on. You get the really sad story, huh?

Mom's iPod is a little more interesting and refreshing (but could be somewhat embarrassing to her ) as she likes the heavy metal as well, however, she also has more upbeat pop songs on her iPod to the tune of Justin, Nelly and Christina. Mom says that it is just because she likes all music, but I think it is just because she is still a teeny-bopper at heart.

See the above picture of me listening to the iPod with Dad. You can tell that I really like to listen to the music as I am ACTUALLY standing still for the picture.

Jack is Back

A few weeks ago, I had another friend over to my house to play. His name is Jack and he is only about a week older than me. I hadn't seen him in a few months...so after my initial "Who is that baby and why is he here at my house?" reaction, things warmed up and we played together very well.

I showed Jack my cars, blocks and stuffed animals and we both really enjoyed hiding in my favorite cabinet. In fact, at one point, we both tried to get in there together which seemed very funny to my mom and Jack's mom for some reason. Jack brought his own sippy cup and I insisted on carrying it around for him, offering him sips during his visit. As our playdate progressed, Jack once again became a very close buddy. I even tried to share my favorite blanket and "Neigh Neigh" my stuffed horse. You have to be a VERY special person in my book to warrant even touching my coveted blanket and "Neigh Neigh".

I hope Jack comes back soon. After he left with his mom, I kept turning up my hands to sign for "Where" and I kept calling out "Ja".

See a few pictures of me and Jack. Sorry, these aren't so great, but mom says that Jack and I were moving so quickly that it was hard to get a decent shot!

Happy Birthday Mom!

Happy Birthday to Mom! Happy Birthday to Mom! Happy Birthday, dear mommy! Happy birthday to Mom! I should have posted this yesterday, but alas, we were very busy. So Happy Birthday wishes to mom, just one day late.

Mom has been creaking and moaning around the house the last few days, seemingly depressed about her big birthday. I even heard her answer the phone yesterday (her actual birthday) with "Old Age Home" when her friend called from Atlanta to wish her well. She obviously doesn't realize that I think she is the most fun, young and spry playmate EVER! She definitely doesn't act like the elderly person that she is.

See attached pictures of me wearing a festive birthday hat at my birthday party 5 months ago. I thought it would be perfect for this entry to the blog. Also, my mom has made me attach a second picture. She says to tell you that, HAD she had a cake with FORTY candles on it, then I would have had to don some shades, as I am attempting to do in the picture. She says this would have been necessary as the entire house would have been AGLOW or on FIRE!! (PS - Look at how much I have changed from just five months ago!)

Sundays are Pancake and Waffle Fun-days

Sunday has become a very exciting day in our household. As you know I LOVE to eat and I LOVE to have fun, so mom has started a new fun breakfast tradition that we follow every Sunday morning that involves both. What is this new tradition, you may ask? Mom makes pancakes or waffles for the three of us!! Yes, I am talking about about MY mom and yes that is the person you love and adore, but also the one that you know NEVER cooks! Well, give her a little break...maybe she is turning over a new leaf.

You see it all started when mom found a brand new waffle maker that had been tucked away in a moving box. It was a wedding gift and had remained boxed up, not only from mom and dad's wedding almost five years ago, but also from their move to the new house over two years ago. She said she had completely forgotten about it. She says that I must send apologies out to the reader who gave us that gift, but please know that is now going to be used diligently and very often on a go-forward basis.

So what is the best part of this new tradition for me? Well, because mom and dad are too lazy to eat when I eat at 7am, I now get to eat a second mini-breakfast at about 9:30am when they get around to firing up the griddle or the waffle maker. Woo-hoo! I get to have my very own mini-pancake or mini-waffle and mom has also been known to give me fresh blueberries and/or yogurt as well, which I refer to as "BLU" and "YO". It is just all so tasty, but then again, what do I NOT find tasty these days. Well, lately occasionally green beans and peas:)

Here is a picture of me eating some of my pancake (during my second Sunday breakfast).

A visit with the "D" man

Now that I am almost 17 months old, I am proud to state that I have a few little friends to call my own. One of my friends that I get to see on a pretty regular basis is Dylan, or "D" as I call him. We have been in the same Gymboree class together for a while now and we also get to see each other at our homes to play, make a mess and amuse our mothers. Dylan's parents are ice hockey players, like my dad, so it is very likely that we will also learn to ice skate and play hockey together when we are older. He is sure to remain a steady little playmate.

During my last visit to "D"s house, we played with a really cool Thomas the Train set. My mom says that we play really well together as we are just both so sweet and gentle little guys (well, most of the time). In the attached picture, "D" looks like he is a little concerned about what I am doing with his beloved train. I say this based on the fact that he appears to be watching me with curiosity in the first picture and chewing his fingers off with some concern in the second picture; but he is so nice, he didn't make me stop. Don't worry little buddy, I wasn't going to hurt the train, I just wanted to see if it would fit on top of the train depot...isn't that where it goes? Hey, mom, when are we getting one of these for our house?