....was a really good day.
I woke up at 9am this morning & Miles was still sleeping. I was able to get dressed and eat before he woke up which is a miracle. We had swimming lessons this morning, for the second time. The first swimming lesson did not go well (understatement of the year?). There was screaming, there was kicking & there was swearing (me, not Miles). But I decided to try one more time, just to see if he had warmed up to the idea. He had not. And there was screaming. And there was kicking. But at least, at least 15% less than last time. I'll take what I can get.
Then, off to Miles' first hair cut. Above is his before picture. His little baby curls were getting out of control. Someone called him a girl the other day. So, I decided it was time. And for some reason it broke my heart.
He sat pretty good. I mean, Kacey was fast (nice work!), but I was surprised there was no major freak out, just a little restlessness at the end. Overall? Good kid. (Now where was that attitude at swimming lessons???)
Here is the 'after' photo. No baby curls. And suddenly, my baby is a little boy. And it made me so sad. He is growing up so fast.
I'm at the store right now, I re-arranged a million things (I like to keep Sheila on her toes). And now I'm just waiting for Kim & the ladies to finish up their layouts. I was thinking I would go home & scrapbook but these swimming lessons just suck up all my energy (wait a minute! It's Miles that should be tired, non?).