One of our wonderful neighbors just around the ‘block’ has a barber shop and has been “cutting” Rost’s hair since the first three finally sprouted out of his head. Terrified of having one of those menacing toddlers screaming & crying in the barber’s chair, I’ve opted to take Rost in for regular haircuts at Becky’s Barbershop despite the lack of real hair growing on his head. Until today, he’s always just sat on my lap, bottom lip pouted and eyes on the verge of tears. With the promise of picking a candy out of the special treat basket he’s not thrown even the slighted of fits – always impressing the line of old men waiting for their turn in the chair. Today Rost proudly sat in the chair all by himself! My little towhead even had a decent amount of hair to cut finally.

Proud momma moments, of which I’m sure there will be many more in the years to come.