We call this one Pebbles White. Can you see my ponytail on top of my head? The pattern of Mom's dress makes it difficult to discern but it's there. I was so embarassed! Mom said we had to document how long my hair had become.
These pics are out of order but this is the after shot. Now I look like a little boy and not a baby.
This was a pretty cool joint! There were lots of train tables to play with and I got to watch Elmo on a flat screen TV while the pretty lady cut my hair. All the kids before me were crying during their haircuts but I thought it was awesome. As soon as Mom put me in my sweet ride I started jumping up and down with excitement :) I had that fire truck rockin'!
This is me before my first official haircut. We all remember the December razor debacle...Dad gave me a non-Mommy sanctioned cut with less than desirable results. This go round was different. Mommy took me to a professional.
Photo shoots are exhausting! I'm plum tuckered out as you might be able to tell from my relaxed posture. I slept almost the entire 8 hour drive home!
Pop and I share a special bond. We have matching pinkies! Pop said only truly gifted little boys are blessed with such a pinky :) If Pop's overall aweseomeness is any indication, he's right. He caught a stone cold fox like Muzz and raised some amazing kids and grandkids. My future is bright!
Pop imparting nuggets of wisdom...
Muzzy is the best snuggler.
I'm pooped from a long day of playing! Muzz and Pop are hard to keep up with!
Here's uncle Kyler and his beautiful girlfriend. They're teething too!
My aunties worked really hard to raise funds for Freedom 424 with the Run 4 Their Lives race. They did an amzing job! Dad, Mom and I did it together :)
Here's me and Mommy after the 5k. She pushed me the whole way. She's been meaning to talk to my aunties about the hilly course...Anyway, the race ended at Scott Stadium, home of the Cavaliers. Dad said that I would be back to claim victory in about 18 years. I'm not sure what he's talking about yet.
Here's me and my Dad on Father's Day. My shirt says "My Dad is my Hero" and boy is that true. Did I mention that my first word was "Dad"? Every time he comes home I dance with excitement and leap from Mommy's arms into his. Mommy said she's too busy enjoying the break to be offended :)
What a fun and exhausting day!
Here I am swinging with my cuz and Papa.
After eating Easter brunch with my family I went on my very first Easter egg 'hunt'.
Easter was way cool! The meaning behind the day is awesome and so was my basket! Mommy calls me her little monkey butt so she got me a monkey basket :)
Mom likes to call this the 'baby trash talk' picture. My buddy Drew and I are talking smack via our onesies. How funny is this...Drew was born the day before his Mommy's birthday and I was born on my Mommy's birthday. What a week of celebrating we have coming up!
My first train ride was pretty awesome. Mom dressed me up like a train conductor so I looked pretty official. My buddy Noah and I had a blast bouncing up and down in our train car.
Here I am giving a wave to my adoring fans...
The first time I crawled over to Daddy and handed him the ball his heart melted :) Such a sweet gesture!
I'm becoming quite the ball player. Dad taught me to trap the ball and how to 'throw' it back. I've impressed many a lady with my athletic abilities :)
Dad and I love to wrestle. Here we are in mid-romp.
