a day at the spa...

Dude, i need a hair cut, i really need a hair cut! 

we were out running around town and decided to have an impromptu visit to the beauty salon aka cookie cutters, to trim up his shaggy do.  this is the first "real" haircut he's had. his other cut was by me at 3 weeks old when i was sick of looking at his weird monk looking old man hair that was all different lengths, so i laid him over my lap and took the electric hair trimmers and evened things out. and i didn't even save his Blondie locks....gasp. i mean really what was i going to do with them, they were like 

3 millimeters long. 

at 3 weeks old he loved the sound and vibration of the hair trimmers..... at 10 months old... not so much!

but he got to sit in an airplane and got a balloon, so that made it OK. 

 

  

 

does this make me look fat?

* 9 Months *

weight: 23 lbs - 85%

length: 29 3/4 - 95%

lets be honest who really cares about the head circumference?

as you can see our little man has dropped in weight from the 95th percentile to the 85th! 

the strict diet and cardio routine we have him on is really paying off. 

you can tell by the picture above how slender he is looking! ;-)

a little bit country.....

This post just would not seem right if i didn't give a shout out to my friend who is more then just "a little" bit country! She would be so proud of my little country store outing!

(its you amgar, in case you weren't sure)

I have always wanted an excuse to go see the spring chicks, and now that i've got a little dude, i can totally justify an outing to the local country store for no other reason then to get my country on and soak up the simple things in life. 

Gabe couldn't get enough of those little yellow puff balls, at first he wasn't sure about them but then he wanted to "cuddle" them. however, to avoid a scene from Of Mice and Men, we observed the {do not touch the chicks} sign.

you know your in a country store when the cost to ride the mechanical horse is a whole 10 cents! i mean one measly dime, are you kidding me. i felt like i was ripping someone off. i gladly dug through my wallet for the silver. Of course i couldn't catch a smile on camera, but he loved the ride.

as we strolled through the country store i found myself wishing i owned a pair of cute cowboy boots. i've always thought of myself as.... a little more "rock'n roll, if you will, but lately i wish i could slow down time, because it seems to be rocketing past me at a break neck pace. Gabe is already 9 months old, he has been out of me for as long as he was in me, and THESE past 9 months have seemed like the blink of an eye, compared to the prior 9. So for now the only thing i can think to do is adopt the country way of life, it seems slower and calmer and those are two things i could handle a little more of.

.... and a little bit Rock n' Roll!

you can still be country and wear an AC/DC hoodie and monster energy motorcycle beanie right?