I was expecting a tantrum or lots of whining this morning when I asked to take Owen’s picture…but he was REALLY REALLY good for me—all smiles as I had to keep retaking them because his eyes were closed or he had a really funny face.
Unfortuately, I didn’t get a GREAT picture…and I thought I’d take more later in the day…but he didn’t feel well so we went with what we had.
I’m getting used to the haircut! And I know it’ll grow. It’s just hair, right? And he is cute either way.