Bye Bye Baby Mullet

Let's face it, Maggie has (had) a baby mullet.  As a first time mom, I refused to cut my 9 month old's hair.  She is 9 months old, she is still a baby!  A first haircut is for toddlers, right?  BUT, my little girl had a mullet.  And it was out of control.  

There was also the issue of the bangs.  I'll be honest, I HATED it when my mom would tell me to get my hair out of my face.  Didn't bother me, why would it bother her?  Well, now it bothers me. 

We could put it up in a little ponytail, but even the sprout was getting out of control.  Another honest mom moment, I'm not good at it.  Plus, Maggie doesn't like it when I do it, or at least I imagine she doesn't like it when I do it. 

 All that being said, it was time for Maggie's first haircut.  I found a little place in Tulsa, Kuts for Kidz by Mr. Will, and took the plunge.  Well, Maggie took the plunge.  I watched.  And took pictures.  (pardon Zach's backside for the intrusion in the first picture)

What do you think?  Not bad, not great, but then again she is a baby and it served its purpose. No more bangs in the eyes, ponytail sprouts are now an option vs a requirement, and best of all, no more baby mullet.  

Maggie's First Easter

Last week we celebrated Maggie's first Easter.  We started the day out right by attending the church that Zach and I grew up in with my parents.  Maggie was of course a hit.  We got out around 10:30, and I noticed the weather was overcast - not the brightest day for egg hunting but perfect lighting for outdoor pictures.  We weren't supposed to be at Zach's parents for Easter lunch until around 1:00, so I took Maggie outside and let her be my little model.  The Easter basket was from her Nana & Papa (Zach and I left ours in Tulsa), the quilt is a hand-me-down from Maggie's great-grandmother Barker, and the eggs are courtesy of the Easter Bunny. Prepare for picture overload.

 

The Littlest Chow Hound

Maggie had her first bowl of cereal at about 3 1/2 months.  Originally her Dr. said we should wait until the four month mark, but the little chub was eating 9 1/2 oz at her last feeding of the night so we called and got the green light from his nurse.  It  was her first time in her high chair.  She was obviously a little confused.  

" Hmm... what is that coming at my mouth?"

 "I'm not sure about this dada..."

 The next day there were still a few questions.  These questions were mainly along the lines of "Do I have something on my face?  It feels sticky.  I think I like sticky."

She eventually decided that she needed more control, so I let practice with the spoon.  

 "Hmmm... where do i put this?"

"I know!"

"Nope, no satisfaction there."

"Maybe this is it."

"Yep, this feels good."

"Crap, now what do I do?"  Maggie - don't say crap. 

"Sorry Momma. Hey there's my foot"

"Oh wait, the spoon. Hey maybe I can play with both."

"Muffins! Spoon, what spoon?"

"Ok Dada... I've been practicing with my spoon so you let me take care of this.  We will get more in my mouth and less on my face."

 "Momma did I do good?"

Yes Magpie, you did really good. 


We gave her veggie's next - starting with green beans.  Again, she thought things would go smoother if she helped.

 "Hmmm... not sure about these green beans you guys."

 "Wait a minute..."

"I like green beans!  Yummy in my tummy!"

 "I've seen Momma lick the top of pudding cups, if I can just get a hold of this wrapper, I can lick it and get even more yum in my tum."

And such is the story of the littlest chow hound.