Groomed

With new beginnings comes new hair, right?

(Note: It's pure coincidence that we're dressed in matching denim-on-denim.)

This was the last picture of Max taken before we went on our merry way to his second ever haircut. We know, he's way overdue. I mean, look at that mop. I don't even really blame people for still asking if he's a girl. (Now, Momma on the other hand – she could really use a cut, too!)

So it went something like this . . . 

 
Snip, nonononoooo mama, wahhh, snip, CAR!!, snip snip.
 
Yep, that pretty much sums it up. Thank goodness for cartoons and cars! I'll gladly dish out the $15 for a Cartoon Cut instead of having to do this at home myself. And doesn't he look like a proper, very distinguished man-child? 

But oh BOY, do I miss his sideswept bangs and moppy curls in back! Exactly how I felt after we got his hair cut for the first time at 16 months. (Back then, he was a lot less willful.)

Afterwards, we went to the mall for new shoes and lunch. In Starbucks. Starbucks, MALL – now I know I'm really becoming a suburbanite. By the way, Max was wearing his bib long before lunchtime. It's his latest "thing," he insists on wearing a bib anytime we leave the house. It's kinda cute, kinda weird, and when I find myself wanting to say no, I remind myself, what's the big deal? 
And before leaving the mall, had to give these oversized chess pieces – namely the horsies – a hug and a kiss. Or in Max's case, a lick. He's sweet like that to animals. So cute, and yet so gross.

Hey, sometimes you just gotta lick.