Super Buzz

Poor E got a terrible haircut. We didn't go to the fabulous kids cuts place we usually do. I stopped at one of those drop-in quick places - a place I would never go but somehow thought they could cut E's hair just fine. His "barber" was a women with zero maternal instinct and who came at E holding the clippers like a mad hatter. He cried the whole time and ended up with fistfuls of hair in his mouth. That alone would make me cry. I wiped him off and whispered sweet nothings into his ear. I also happened to say under my breath, "She was not good." And he yelled in his frantic little voice, "That's right. She was not good." I didn't mind one bit that everyone in the shop heard. We hightailed it out of there and got a chocolate milk at Starbucks.

So here is E with his super short cut in his brand new car booster seat. He is getting so big so fast. I still miss carrying him around in his infant seat! But he is so proud of the "rocket" booster seat. Our car has transformed from a fire engine to a spaceship! Now he wants to be a doctor in outerspace. With long hair, hopefully.