Not your average Sunday (aka first haircut)

It all seemed like an average Sunday . . . we went to church, I hung out with my friends in the nursery, then came home to a big lunch and a good nap. After I woke up, I was happily watching some Nascar and cheering for my favorite driver Carl Edwards.


Then Mom noticed that I had funny bed hair and that it kind of looked like a rat tail, which apparently she found to be a bit disturbing.


I said "No way, that's just how all the infants are wearing their hair these days, you should know that Mom."


But, she didn't believe me. So, ugh . . . first haircut. I squirmed a lot, but didn't cry, and it was all over in about 2 minutes. I think she did okay. What do you think?