Almost Done

My baby had his first haircut today. On the eve of his first birthday (Happy Birthday, Logan!), we decided to make him endure twenty minutes (give or take) of torture. And, I must throw out an apology not to Logan, but to the poor unsuspecting man whose quiet time at the barber shop we totally ruined. To the wonderful, extremely patient man who gave Logan his first trim--you are a saint. You gave him a nice cut and responded to his tears with nothing but kind words and understanding.

Logan, welcome to the world of being one! I promise there is so much fun in store for you (after those vaccinations at the pediatrician, of course). We love you, little man!