Ocean got a haircut today. This may not seem like a big deal but oh, what a big deal it was.
The first attempt at a non-mommy haircut a few months ago was a big fat failure ending in the longest, loudest, most volatile temper tantrum this side of the equator. I wasn't there to witness it but my typically cool, calm and collected husband was shaken for days. It was so traumatic for my little guy that we still can't drive past that particular barber shop without him screaming, "Don't want a haircut!" and dissolving into tears. It's taken this long to give it another go. And today we had success. He's so proud of his "football player haircut". (I have no idea what that means exactly, but it got him in the chair, didn't it?)
As for Iris, my little firecracker... I can't believe she's almost 11 months old! The bald head and toothless grin really throw people off, myself included. I forget that she's old enough to be talking, and talk she does. Yesterday she had a little gas and after a particularly noisy toot I said, "Toot!" She thought that was hilarious and repeated, "Too! Too! Too! Hehehehehe!" Later on when she was eating dinner she let out another little poot then yelled, "Too! Hehehehehehe!" I laughed, she laughed... it was so fun.
And I can't wait to tell this story to the guys who try to date her.