Monday, January 25, 2010

New 'do

Most kids get their first haircut around their first birthday. Not me though, not when it takes you a year to even really grow hair. So at age 28 months, I was finally ready.


Here is my "before" shot. Yep, a bit scraggly, but mommy and daddy hesitated cutting it because they didn't want me mistaken for a boy, like I have been many times (despite the abundance of pink in my closet).
(yeah, I love stealing daddy's ice cream cone)


We went to Hairmasters, and they had a lot of experience with kiddos. My wrap had safari animals on it! I wasn't too excited to sit on my own, but I was happy to sit on mommy's lap after her haircut.

Here's the first cut:

We were going for a bob. The stylist suggested mommy blow dry it under with a round brush. Mommy laughed. Blow dryers are loud and to be avoided at all costs. Still pretty cute, even without that scary blow dryer.
Here's the "after". Yep, I'm quite proud!

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Riding off into the Sunset

Sorry Daddy, the Harley is mine. You can ride the pony (that I'm still scared of) instead.

Thursday, January 7, 2010

We're gonna bowl tonight!

New Year started out with a bang! Ok, not for me, I was sleeping. As were Mommy and Daddy. But the neighbors sure sounded like they were enjoying it, judging by all of the fireworks.
Daddy had to work New Year's Day, but decided to take Mommy and me out for a night on the town that evening, after a yummy meal of black eyed peas and cornbread of course. Must be an Oklahoma thing, because Mommy hadn't heard of that tradition until she met Daddy.

It was my first time bowling. Who knew they made bowling shoes in toddler sizes? I was a bit hesitant at first - it was loud! They even had a slider for me to use to get my ball down the lane. Daddy helped me out getting everything lined up.

Bye bye ball! (see me clutching Daddy for dear life?)
After a couple throws though I was a pro!

I like to end every bowl with a little dance. Really, you should try it sometime.

Look! I even beat Mommy!

In her defense, she hasn't bowled since I was in her tummy! So Daddy, do you have room for me on your bowling league?