Whew!

It has been a very active couple of days. The Cheeseball clan set out on Tuesday afternoon to visit family and friends in Florida. From Atlanta, we went to Bradenton, FL to see Jenny (sister to SereneMama) and her adorable son, Sam.

They (including Dave, who we weren't able to see) are the sweetest family ever. We didn't get to their home until 4am and she had no problem guiding us in and letting us crash on her floor. I worried for a moment because no one wants to wake up to let in some random friends at 4am until she assured me, she's a nursing mommy and is already up so it's no big deal. All of us crashed hard, especially Super who didn't want to sleep most of the way to FL. The babies and ladies got up early (what child will let their mothers sleep in?) and went to breakfast. Sam is such a calm baby that it was a joy to go out with him. Super on the other hand, was determined to eat every single sugar, Equal and Sweet N Low packet on the table and decided that my breakfast didn't function properly without his hand in the middle of my eggs.

So, we went back to Jenny's place to pick up Grout Daddy and off we went to the beach! I love the Gulf coast, the water is warm, the beaches are white and clean. Sam slept through the whole thing in the comfort of his carrier while Jenny, Grout Daddy and I ran after Kamikaze Super who was determined to go swimming all by himself.

He LOVED the waves and would chase them into the ocean... until they came back and chased him up the beach. We didn't bring a suit or swim diapers (because I'm never prepared) so we let him go naked. Watching him run around, bare booty, in the sand was hilarious. He would squeal and laugh and run back for more.

We only stayed on the beach for 30 minutes or so. The sun was intense and we were more than ready to take a shower and head out to Orlando. While the beach is fun, it wears the boy out and he slept the entire way to see the family. He even slept through my fun mishaps. Halfway between Tampa and Orlando, we stopped for gas. G-Daddy and Super were both sleeping so I was quietly cleaning the car of junk food wrappers and water bottles while the car was filling up with gas ($45 a tank!). Grout Daddy woke up and decided he needed a snack and thank goodness he did. In my cleaning efforts, I forgot that I left our ATM/Debit card in a plastic bag and I threw it away! Thank goodness I don't have any shame or I would have been pretty embarrassed having 7-8 strangers watch me dig in a public gas station trash can. I found the card, we got some snacks (I can't get enough Slurpees) and we headed off again!

Until I went the wrong way on the highway. When I lived in Florida, I had a really great sense of direction, all of that has gone after being in Georgia for 6 years. I no longer watch the sun and know which way I need to go home. Now I barely watch road signs and I get confused in which way is actually east or west. So, after wasting more time having to drive to the next exit to turn around, in a vehicle that was wobbly due to a bad tire and no A/C with the sun beating down on me and Super, we were gaining ground again. After reaching Orlando, Super and I got a chance to relax at my parents house while G-Daddy took the car to get fixed. Super and Tiny Tot got to explore the back yard and play with the chickens my parent have. Super loved the wind chimes and played with them as often as he could.

This was the best picture we could get of the 3 of them. The boys were not cooperating...When he came back we found out that there is nothing wrong with my radiator! To me, it's been a problem for years, not enough that I've done anything about it but enough that I had it checked out a few times and every time I heard something different that I needed to get fixed. Well, I'm glad I was never motivated to get a new radiator! We didn't have to watch the heat of the car the whole rest of the trip! Apparently, GM temperatures fluctuate and I have a back up fan! Whoo hoo! We didn't sweat the rest of the trip (and I got some awesome new tires).

Later that night at Bro's house, my Lil Sis and her boy toy Neil (good guy, he makes her really happy and they've been together almost as long as me and G-Daddy have been married) brought over her Wii and Wii Fit so we could all play. There was 6-8 of us all taking turns with the 4 controllers. Lil Sis and Neil are awesome with those things. We played Mario Kart and I attempted to use the little remote thing.... it's not as easy as it looks on TV. At one point, I thought I was getting the hang of it and was so proud that I won a race! Only to find out that I was looking at a different square the whole time and my character had actually been driving in circles and never even completed a lap. This is me embarrassed...but I was tired enough to laugh at myself and not care. I later found out that G-Daddy tried the Wii Fit and with his big feet made a fool of himself as well.... hey, we're good for a laugh. I quickly passed out on the couch while everyone was still playing. It's rough trying to hang out with young 20 somethings. I'm not old but I crash at 11pm while everyone else stayed up until 2am. Well, for those that stayed at Bro's house, they now know why I don't survive past midnight anymore and Super screaming the next morning at 7am was not the wake up call they wanted.

The next day that family went to Rock Springs, the place of our youth. When I was little, we would pile a TON of people into our vehicle and drive to this park that had a "river" that was fed by a spring that maintains temperatures from 68-72 degrees all year. We'd play for hours and have several families get together with us. Needless to say, I have some really great memories there. It wasn't a super sunny day and the park was pretty empty, too bad Super wasn't having the cold water. He did stand up in water up to his waist but was done very quickly and wanted to snuggle his freezing body up to mine. Hubby and I did manage to do the run once with Lil Sis and Neil and without Super but Grout Daddy made sure that every part of him that didn't have to be underwater wasn't. This place is called Rock Springs for a reason. I felt so bad for the man, the water was very shallow at places and there is nothing you can do to fold him into the water and he had to walk on sharp rocks. Ouch! However, we all survived and the boys had a nice nap on the way back to my Bro's house (in which I got lost getting home then too).

Friday morning I got to hang out with Big Sis and her cubs. We attempted several times to get Super to sit in a bike trailer and be pulled by one of us but he wasn't having any of it. From the time we put his feet in until I picked him back up... it was screaming, red face, sorrowful why-are-you-doing-this-to-me looks and trying to climb out of a it. This nifty contraption is very similar to something my mom used to use when we were little to go on bike rides and get Slurpees, I was sure Super would love it, oh well. Next time we go, I think I'm going to climb in the back of it just for old times. I was shocked when I tried to ride a bike after not being on one for so long, I was wobbly and awkward and got made fun of. However, it wasn't a "normal" bike so I didn't feel too bad about myself. Especially after finding out that the person who was making fun of me, looked just as stupid when she first attempted to ride. So instead of riding bikes to the park, I took Super in the car and we went to watch my father fly his model airplanes. It was fun to watch and interesting to see how many people actually fly models for a hobby. One guy even crash landed on a trash can. So funny!

This pic stolen from Big Sis's blog, MassageMama pulling Tiny Tot and BubbleBooty.


Afterwards we went back to my Bro's house (where we were staying) so Super could nap and I could pick up G-Daddy whom I left to sleep in. The boy got some sleep and I got to sit around and get to know Bro's new gal, Danielle. She is adorable and I totally love her. She's Brazilian and Jewish and I love that combination in her. Hilarious stories about her two sides of the family, she has crazy from every angle. She is quite talkative but I think a lot of that was just nerves. I'm really glad that his taste is getting better as he gets older. Heck, my taste was terrible when I was young and it only got better so I'm not saying anything negative, I just really like her and I hope she sticks around for a while (as long as Bro is happy). This girl graduated college at 20! She has a big brain and isn't afraid to use it. These two would not take a good picture! They ganged up on me but HA HA I posted their funny pictures on my blog! This was at Starbucks right before we left town.

We had dinner with the family that night. 9 or 10 of us around the dinner table, elbow to elbow, enjoying some ribs (oh my gosh, no one cooks better meat than my parents, seriously) and yummy sides. Super is a pretty good eater and chowed down... until he dropped some food on the floor by accident. The next words out of his mouth were not my fault! That food hit the floor and he reacted with "Oh S***!" All of the talking stopped as everyone laughed like crazy. Which, of course, is encouraging for a little boy that likes to be the center of attention. We couldn't get him to stop saying it. Oh well, like grandmother like grandson. S### was my mothers first word and my grandmother couldn't get her to stop either. *Sigh* I'm going to have to watch my mouth better.

It was a fun family night. The boys wouldn't cooperate in taking a nice picture. But me and my sisters did! Aren't we adorable!

Big Sis, Cheeseball, Lil Sis.

Uncle Grout Guy and BubbleBooty Annie Bananie!

We tried to take a fun picture with the 3 kids in a bucket. Nope, the boys dove out as soon as we put them in there.

Miss Annie and Lil Sis, BubbleBooty can't keep her tongue in her mouth.

It's so adorable because she was like this the whole time. At first I didn't think she liked me very much (I've really only met her twice before) until I put her on my shoulders and trotted her around a bunch of times and from then on, she loved me. She is so soft and snugly and would crawl around the house looking to be entertained. Apparently, this child is the spitting image of me when I was a baby (she really is) and seems to have a similar temperament as me and Super. She is in for one heck of a life! It's gonna be awesome! I had to laugh when my father said that he really didn't know why we call Super the Great Destroyer. We really watched that kid while we were there and he only managed to shatter one thing the whole time. I was very proud of him. Plus, he was very preoccupied with this exercise ball that MassageMama has. It looks like a regular ball that you buy at a grocery store but it's 8lbs. Super would pick it up and bring it to me or he's throw it as far as he could (which wasn't much) but he never gave up. Tiny Tot aka Alex tried to take it from him but it ended up on the floor with Tiny saying "It's too heaby! It's too heaby!" Oh my goodness, it's so cute. Super is just a monster, he's been lugging around gallons of water since he was old enough to walk. I have to watch out because that kid is going to constantly surprise me.

Alas, the next day we had to leave. So G-Daddy, Me, Super, Danielle and Bro went to Starbucks for a quick frap before we hit the road. We decided to try a different way home so we could stop at the beach again for some more fun in the sun. So we went up the east coast and arrived in Savannah. We finally find a beach and it took an hour to get there, we sit in traffic, can't find a place to park, we finally find some where and we stepped out of car just in time to have a few drops of fat, cold rain hit us. Poor Super was so sick of being in the car but it POURED so we made it to the beach, just only to the parking lot. Then we had to sit in traffic for another 2 hours trying to leave. Ugh, I'm never going to Savannah again. We tried to go once on our honeymoon but we're cursed and there was a hurricane that time. So after being rained out twice, I'm not going back, I'll stick to FL beaches.

We finally got home and crashed! It was a fun break and good vacation. It's awesome to see how much everyone is growing and growing up. I can't wait to get everyone together again!

Alton Brown is my Guru

I love to cook. My food is still hit-or-miss at times but I love trying new things and my guiding light is Alton Brown. Weither it's Good Eats or Iron Chef America, I always learn something new from him. He has a way of explaining things that makes sense. I don't mind having faith in what a cookbook tells me to add but when a reason is given and what the general reaction of the element is, I'm more open to using the ingredient. He is the one person that I'll recommend any cook to look up if they need a good recipe or some information on a certain food. Mr. Brown is also a local here in Atlanta and I'm DYING to run into him one day (I'm so close to stalking the Whole Foods and Harry's Farmers Markets). He is second on my celebrity obsession list only to my first crush, Joel McHale (we'll get into that on another day...watch The Soup!).


I know, I know, my celebrity interests are a little unorthodox but I love a funny man or a funny, intellectual man that can COOK. Everytime I see Good Eats come on TV, I become a zombie... must learn about corn starch... must learn 13 ways to cook an egg... how to make cream based sauces.... I can't get enough of this stuff. I also learned that when I cook, my food tastes better when I wear my apron. I know that sounds lame but putting that piece of cloth on makes me feel like a better cook so I'll become a better cook. I'm mostly a homemaker and with everything I deal with, I don't know why the apron has fallen out of popularity with my generation. You can be messy without getting messy! There is always a place to wipe your hands and if you're too lazy to put on clothes, it's super sexy to cook in! The one I purchased covers my chest and goes down past my knees with two pockets on the front. The pockets alone make this thing worth it for me (especially when taking Supers toys to time out).

Last Saturday night we made Japanese White Sauce and if you've never had it, it's SO good. MassageMama showed me the website when she came down last month to visit and I'm so happy I got to make it again. It's mostly mayonaise so it's not a sauce you should make on a regular basis (unless you don't have to worry about that kind of thing) but I highly recommend trying it with some zucchini and onions sauteed in soy sauce. I wish we had the room to entertain large numbers of people in our home so I could share it with everyone.

*Whimper*

After leaving Florida, Big Sis told me that everyone got sick...fever, vomiting, aches and chills....we thought we were lucky in missing the grand puking event but apparently we didn't. Either the virus didn't take hold right away or we ate some bad chicken last night but Grout Daddy and I took turns bowing at the porcelain throne. Ugh, I feel so gross right now and this puts a huge monkey wrench in my plans for the rest of the week. No Ladies Night, no ice cream with Ms WobblyBits, no park and possibly no church. At least I can still do some work at home and I don't have to be presentable. Poor Super, he's not even a little sick and doesn't understand why he can't climb on his parents without them becoming almost hostile and running to the bathroom and locking the door on him. Ugh, I hope I don't have morning sickness again with my next pregnancy, one day of this is rough with a toddler, I can't imagine doing it again for 4 months straight. Pray for me, I'm going to go be in the fetal position for the next few hours.

Where Have I Been?

I've been really busy and on vacation and even busier since we got back. I have a blog coming soon about our vacation but I'm waiting for a certain person to send me some pictures because I'm really bad at taking them on a regular basis and I want to show everyone how much fun we had. It may be a few more days but I promise it's coming. I've missed updating this regularly but finding the time is nearly impossible! Super has become so active and keeping up with him, work, our marriage, friends, family, church and extra activities has me crashing hard every night.


I am so happy that our apartment pools are now open! I've been waiting for months to be able to take Super swimming on a regular basis. He loves the water but hates his floating device so I have to hold him the whole time and watch him to make sure he doesn't just jump in on his own. We went on Monday and had a blast. My little stunt man has no fear and tried to follow me down some stairs I was using to check out the second pool and fell head first down 5 steps. I'd be worried if I didn't know that his skull is made of granite. Poor kid. I don't doubt I'll have a full head of gray hair by the time he turns five. I die a little every time I see him do something like that. Super also made friends with this really sweet little girl that just wanted to mommy him all over the place. She shared her mints, asked a ton of questions and had some super sassy sunglasses. She was 6 and totally adorable and sweet.







I can't wait to go swimming again! I love the pool, the water, the baking sun and heat. Summer is my favorite season! It makes me rethink my desire to get preggo again though (especially since I'm vain enough to admit that I don't look half bad in my bathing suit this year and I love that). We thought we might try for another baby around now but I think we're going to put it off for a few more months. We're really enjoying our family just how it is and I don't feel that drive to have another one just yet. Now, if it happens naturally, we'll be thrilled but I don't think we're going to try. I'd still love to give him a sibling. I'm jealous of Ms WobblyBits that's halfway through her pregnancy so hopefully she won't mind if I live slightly vicariously through her until it's my turn again (Girl, lets eat some ice cream, put our feet up and complain!)

Over the River and Through the Woods....

To MassageGrandma's house we go! We are heading out tonight for a few days of fun in the sun with my extended family in Florida!

Happy Mothers Day!

I know I should write something loving and inspirational (because I'm sappy like that). However, I'm not feeling that today but still want to give love to the mothers out there that work hard. We are shaping the future of the world. We carry our little bundles under our hearts for nine months and give them a piece to carry around with them for the rest of our lives. It's the hardest job in the universe but I wouldn't trade it for anything.



I want to send out a special thank you to my own mother. Thank you MassageMama for carrying us, giving birth to us, keeping us alive when you didn't think you could sustain yourself, keeping us all organized and educated, handling our squabbles, dealing with our (my) attitudes through the teen years and all the drama and frustration that comes with having children. Thank you for teaching me how to be an adult and thank you for backing off and letting me fall on my face even though I know you wanted to pick me up and brush me off. Thank you for every hug, every kiss, every book you read 8,000 times, every spit up you cleaned, every diaper you changed, every song you sang (that I'm now lucky enough to get to sing to my baby) and every boo boo kissed. Thank you for being my mother. It was quite the challenge but you dug in and raised 4 adults that are healthy, happy, loving, weird, funny and never give up. P.S. Thanks for the great legs too, I hope mine look half as awesome as yours do in my future.



I also want to thank a special little man that makes me a mother. Baby Boy, you make me want to get up everyday just so I can see you smile. There is no better feeling than picking you up and your little arms slipping around my neck and giving me a good squeeze. You inspire me everyday to be the kind of mother that you deserve and while I'm not perfect, I'll always do my best to show you that you are loved and cherished. I'll always be there to hold your hand, give you kisses, play silly games and sing songs. It won't always be easy but you, my son, will always be worth it.

Click!

Well, it's yet another night that Grand Theft Auto has taken away my evening company. It's not so bad though, it's only an hour or two, I get some quiet time and a chance to catch up on blogs, boards, pictures, etc. Which brings me to tonight's rant. I.Hate.Our.Camera. We trusted the salesperson when we purchased it and I'll be the first to admit that we were WRONG. Everything that he said it had, it had, but it didn't work all that well. I was scrolling through some of our old pictures and some of them would have been adorable had Super not been squeezing his eyes shut. We live in trees so we don't get a lot of natural sunlight in our home so it's hard to take pictures any time of the day except sun down and then the light is so penetrating that you can't see your subject. It has a good zoom so it's not like I'm in his face with a flashing camera. Taking pictures at night usually results in these...










So, no flash = fuzzy pictures or flash = cranky, squinting baby. When I have to turn the flash off to get good pictures, I usually have to take 15 more just so I have one that doesn't look like this...

He's a quick little booger. This makes me jealous of both Big and Little Sis who have awesome cameras that can take a million shots a second and they all turn out perfect. Granted, I didn't invest the money into mine that they did, I'm still green with envy when I see Big Sis do all kinds of fun stuff with camera/pictures. We are able to take video on our camera and for that I'm thankful. (And as I type this, Big Sis calls to tell me... she's getting a new camera! Oh, but this is just a diaper bag camera, no big deal....grrrr)

Let's share some fun times we've had....

Super got into a dog bowl at a friends house. After this incident, anytime I would go there I'd have to put the bowl up. I felt bad because that dog really was sweet and Super couldn't stay away from water (and still can't, puddles were my enemy on the way to church yesterday).

His first laugh. It's dark but will light up after a few seconds. I was in a rush to make sure I got the laugh on camera. He chuckled for a few minutes prior to this.

Learning to walk. We have a ton of these little snippets but they are all really hard to see. Our lighting stinks and so does our camera.

Sitting around and being adorable. He was such a mellow baby, I really miss the calmness that he brought but I wouldn't trade it for what I have now.

Tonight he is sleeping in his big boy bed that he climbed into all on his own. The first few nights he kept trying to get out and play but today we wore him OUT! He was more than happy to go to bed and stay there. He went to sleep snuggling this little fuzzy bunny that his Grandma Sue got him for Easter. He loves soft, fuzzy fabric and is constantly cuddling with a pillow or stuffed animal (we make each other too hot, that kid is an oven).

I hope the morning isn't too miserable with the possibility of being woken up by a tiny finger poking inside my nose.

Off to sleepnow! Goodnight!

Bless You

Something sick happened the other day that totally freaked me out! Super had been sneezing a lot all day and it began to worry me. It wasn't one or two sneezes, it was 5 or 6 at a time and happening hourly. Around noon he starts sneezing again and in my head I start to get really worried. After he was finished, I grabbed a tissue and start cleaning him up, snot is everywhere and I know I have a small window of time until he starts smearing it with his hands. So I swoop down with a tissue but before I can wipe, he sneezed again! Well guess what came out... a piece of oak pollen. Not a little green speck but a long, almost banana shaped piece if tree (about 1/4inch long and 1/2inch around) came oozing out of his nose. My first thought is that my baby has worms in his brain! Upon closer inspection and the discoverment that it wasn't a parasite, just something he shoved up his nose, I began to breathe normally again.



Also...

I hate it when people sneeze for really long, continuous sneezes, not because it offends me or anything, it's that I don't want to say Bless you over and over again. One or two is fine with me but I've had it pointed out to me recently that I don't say Bless you enough (by Grout Daddy and Mistress Josh). For one, I don't know why it's MY responsibility to say Bless you to anyone and two, I tend to not hear it when people do sneeze when I'm wrapped up in something (anything). If I'm reading a book/magazine/watching TV/cooking a complicated dinner, you're probably not going to get anything out of me because I don't notice (unless you do it right on me like Super does), why get offended?


Seinfeld made a good point in one of his shows, why do we say Bless you? I don't really want the pressure of telling someone "you are soooo good lookin'" but, in our society we know that when we sneeze, our souls don't leave our bodies (although I do believe covering your mouth is something you must always remember) or that the devil can enter your body when you sneeze and someone saying, "God bless you," drives the devil away. Why must someone else excuse the sneezer? I'm perfectly comfortable doing a big *achooo!* and coming back with my own "Excuse me". Now, I've been conditioned my whole life to be polite and bless someone so I doubt that I'll stop anytime soon but I don't appreciate being ragged on because some stranger behind me at the bank sneezes like a jerk (practically screaming) and glares at me and says "What? I don't get a bless you?" NO you don't get a bless you, I'm busy trying to juggle having my paperwork ready so you don't roll your eyes and huff behind my back while I'm doing my transaction and having to dig in my purse and trying to keep my almost 30lb toddler from putting his shoe down the front of my shirt and exposing my bra to the public while drinking a bottle and spitting half the contents down the same shirt that is now about my reach my belly button. Bless yourself, jerkbag!

The TV Babysitter

Life is pretty level right now... nothing really going on but at the same time we're taking advantage of the good weather and playing outside constantly. I love the summer (even though I sweat like crazy) and I love being outside. Thank goodness Super will coming running when the front door is opened, I'm worried that he might be too interested in all of our electronics. While I hate the idea that my 18 month old is addicted to TV, I can't help but be a little relieved that I get some time to myself (or at least a few minutes of not being climbed by a baby beast) in the morning to get things ready for the day, until he insists that I must sit next to him while he watches. Super loves Sesame Street and Super Why (I LOVE Alpha Pig, so cute), with maybe a little bit of Dragon Tales and Curious George mixed in there. These are mostly in the early morning when he gets up at 7am and I don't stop snarling like a grizzly bear until 8:30am. We can watch them together and they're cute enough that I can stand them without the desire to go running outside with a cigarette. Then we go to the gym, a park, lunch or take a long walk. After we sufficiently tire him out, he crashes for a nap.

A few hours of peace, then the fun begins again. He's refreshed after a few hours and ready to go all over. However, after that nap he wants to watch his favorite movie, the same movie that we've watched almost every single day since Christmas. The movie that he can and will dig out of a pile of DVD's and PS3 games. We even take the book everywhere and have the main song memorized (who wouldn't after watching it 100 times) in case he gets rowdy in public. He starts screaming, we start singing and he shuts up and listens. Anyway, Meet the Robinson's is his happy movie and I like it to a point so I can handle putting it on in the afternoons and letting him watch. The benefits of Meet the Robinson's for me is that I'm more motivated to clean my house. I can't standing knowing a movie so well that I can recite the lines of EVERY SINGLE CHARACTER including the flying hat that beeps. I would rather do anything than listen to Wilbur tell Lewis that he is a "time cop from the future and must be taken very seriously". He will get up and dance during the lively parts and it's so adorable. He doesn't notice that I'm picking up his most precious pile of books and putting them away, or that I'm putting wet laundry into the dryer (he loves helping Mommy, by putting dirty laundry in the dryer, awwww *insert my CBF here*). (What is CBF you ask? It's a fun little expression I've picked up from my BabyCenter board. CatButtFace is what you do when you get an answer or someone does an action that you don't like and your entire face scrunches up and you pucker your mouth really tight. It's generally something you see a mother in law doing behind a daughter in laws back or when someone tells a very distasteful dirty joke.)

I hope we can branch out in the near future. We watched The Incredibles yesterday but it didn't have the same magic that MTR does for him. It works for me though, I've never seen that movie all the way through and I discovered that I'm a bigger softy than I thought (or maybe it's the PMS), I cried every ten minutes until the end and then I cried some more. Super had no idea what was wrong with me but came over and gave me a big hug and kiss. I love that munchkin.

We Did It

*Sniff* *Sniff* I've been talking about it for a few months and even blogged about how sad I was going to be.... Super Destroyer got his first haircut.

It's a big change from what it was...

I'm going to miss the shagginess but lately he's been developing "dreadlocks" in the back of his hair because of the length. We brush it but they continually come back. I get the same thing in my hair but because it's so long, you normally can't see it (we both have very, very fine hair but a LOT of it). His are really obvious though. The choice to do it today stems from yesterday nights dinner. Some of his mac n cheese was smeared into his hair and it took a long time with a baby comb to get it out, even after his bath, it was so stuck in there. No more tangles for our little man now.

Although I'm feeling sad that I won't have that pretty hair to play with anymore, it's not going to be in his eyes or making him hot and sticky this summer. It'll be easier to wash, dry and comb which will save me a lot of time chasing him around the apartment with a towel and a comb (the boy takes off running the second he's out of the tub). He might even be able to wear a hat without yanking his hair when he's ready to take them off.

We decided to do the cut ourselves so I did this with an electric trimmer and kitchen scissors. I'm pretty happy with the results. There are a few stray hairs and some spots that are a little too long but he wasn't happy in his chair anymore so I'll be cleaning up the big mistakes over the next few days. He as really good through most of the process (thanks to Meet the Robinson's and a tootsie pop), only a few quick turns of the head but I was cautious so at least he doesn't have patchy, bald spots on his head.

My little man is growing up too fast. Today he is 18 months old. *sigh* I love my little man with his big boy haircut.