First Haircut

Thomas is just a few days over 9 months old and he already needed a haircut. Any guesses whose hair he has? Patrick hair grows like a weed...he has to get his hair cut every few weeks. Me? I could go all year and my hair would only grow an inch!

Wanda, the barber at the club, was the lucky one that got to cut this sweet child's hair. She was so prepared! She had the booster for the chair, turned cartoons on the TV, turned the cape around backwards so he could use his hands and had a sucker in waiting for the meltdown!

The cartoons were a huge success for the first few minutes.I have a little "tv eyes" on my hands. Then he figured out that we were doing something and all bets were off. Then we pulled out the big guns....a sucker and mama's keys.

After our haircut, we had lunch with LuLu. Most of you know that my mom has called Thomas "Pickle" ever since she saw my first ultrasound picture and said that he looked like a pickle. To add to the pickle nickname, I ate about 10 jars of pickles in the first few weeks of my pregnancy. Anyway, it stuck and she has called him "Pickle" every since. Well, Thomas decided to give LuLu another reason to keep the nickname....

Yes, my child is devouring a pickle...Not just one pickle...as many as he can get his hands on. He sucks out all of the juice and moves on to the next one.