Baby's first haircut

This posting is a little delayed. I'm trying to catch up after a traumatic February.

After many months of letting Dillon's hair get shaggy, Josh insisted we take him in for a haircut before he really started to look like a girl. So, I grudgingly made an appointment at a kid-focused hair salon-- Mary Allie and Kiddles Salon. Dillon did great and spent most of the time playing with toys.

I spent most of the haircut a nervous wreck-- I loved the shaggy, wayward locks! The end result was pretty cute, though. What's even more fun-- the salon printed out a little certificate for Dillon, congratulating him on his first haircut with a picture of the new look and a lock of baby hair for keepsake.

Here is me with Dillon post-cut. He looks just slightly confused by the whole experience.

Pudding up for Valentine's Day

While on vacation with Dillon last week, I was compelled to come up with new activities that would be both entertaining and learning experiences. Here is where the pudding comes in.

Vanilla pudding dyed pink acts as our preferred medium for a valentines project. Dillon used his spoon as a paintbrush and we turned some cardstock into valentines.

As you can tell from the photo, it was a big hit. My favorite part of the exercise is the fact that it was delicious. I was quite surprised that Dillon wasn't interested in eating the pudding, that was just me.

It was a fun activity that I'm sure we'll try again in the future with some other colors. Next steps for these cardstock sheets: cut into little hearts, glue onto bigger red hearts, and mail out to Dillon's special valentines, along with pictures of their creation. Because honestly, what makes a valentine special? The heart and effort that goes into it.

There's a first time for everything

Approximately 10.5 months ago, my husband and I became new parents to a beautiful little boy named Dillon. This started a whole new chapter of our lives, and every day since has brought something new. It's amazing how many "firsts" we have had the privilege to experience: the first time we stared into our son's eyes, the first time he wrapped his fist around our fingers, the first time he cooed... ... and the first time I was hit by a urine shower, the first night (of many) sleepless nights spent walking a restless baby, and the first time we cleaned poop out of a tub.

I wish I had started this blog about 10.5 months ago. I have a lot of catching up to do! For the quick, quick, quick, quick version, we have gone from this:

To this:

I can't wait to see what happens next.