My little boy.

Thank you for the support on my husband vent. (And OMG, My Reality’s story about her husband was TOO FUNNY.)

I think it all comes down to the fact that I feel like I’m bearing all the responsibility for looking out for Baby O’s safety. Especially now, when we’re not QUITE babyproofed, I’d really like for J to be a bit more vigilant.

The good news is that we agreed on some “house rules.” As in, unless there’s a Big Important Sports Thing on, the TV doesn’t go on when Baby O is awake. It’s a simple rule, but one that will save us some friction down the line. (Thanks D for the idea.)

So yesterday was THE DAY.

The day we took Baby O for his first haircut.

You can see from the video that his hair was LONG. In his eyes. I was consistently pushing it out of his eyes, and I expect Baby O was tired of it too.

So yesterday morning, after installing his Big Boy Carseat (a new convertible seat YAY! No more lugging that freaking heavy bucket to and from daycare!)… We went to Snip-Its – a place that specializes in kid haircuts.

He was a touch overwhelmed, what with the noise and colors and everything, but he held it together enough to smile for the camera for my “before” shot.

And then The Scary Lady With The Scissors wet his hair, and he absolutely LOST it.

This was the last picture I was able to get at the hair place – I ended up having to sit him on my lap for the rest of his haircut, while he sobbed and sobbed from the indignity of the whole experience.

After it was all over, and we paid, and got him calmed down, we all went out for lunch to celebrate his bravery.

As he was sitting there, calmly eating his puffs, I looked over and almost fell off my chair.

Because this is what I saw.

When did my itty bitty baby turn into a little boy?