On Saturday, Tanya, Amanda, and I had a girls day off. We spent the day driving through the countryside, our destination was an Amish community about an hour and a half south of us. We visited a rug shop, woodworking shop, the general store, and a couple of bakeries. I had the most amazing cinnamon roll of all-time, forever, and ever. I'm not sure anything will ever top that gooey goodness.
We loaded up on bulk grocery items, I got a few trinkets for the kids' stockings, a couple of Christmas presents checked off the list, and an idea for a rug I'd like for our laundry room. It was an awesome day.
On the way home we stopped for a late lunch at a cute little restaurant/gift shop and then walked across the street to get a coffee for the drive home. A beautiful sunny, blue sky day, spent with friends. Perfection.
Meanwhile, Collin was holding down the fort at home. What's that saying...when the cat is away, the mouse will play?
I walked in the door Saturday evening and everyone was at the kitchen table having dinner. The boys turned around and greeted me with a chorus of Hi Mom's. And from across the room my eyes grew wide, I could feel my face contorting, about to spew tears, and I looked at Collin....you didn't?
When the cat's away, the mouse...
CUT OFF MY BABY'S HAIR.
It was time, I know that. Hutt's mane was becoming unruly. And he has been begging for us to cut it. Collin said he was crying Saturday morning, cut Hutton's hair, cut Hutton's hair! And so he did.
But, pictures? I asked him.
Oh, I took them!
Okay. My whimpering settled down.
I would have liked pictures of the actually cutting. But, what are you going to do.
I'm still getting used to it, but Hutton loves it. His hair is so curly that Collin had to go back at the sides when I got home because they were still a little too long. But we left it longer on top so his curls can come out. Since Hutt has my hair, I don't think his curls are going anywhere, I think he will keep them, but still. My Baby! Is a Big Boy!