Although myself, DH, and the pooch also got a trim this weekend, of course it is far more interesting to talk about Bean's first haircut. DH and I took him on Saturday after two failed nap attempts... yes, we were taking our lives in our hands with that gamble, but we couldn't wait any longer. Oh, and while you are looking at the pictures below, be sure to imagine an episode of Barney blaring loudly on a TV in the background. It helps to set the right mood.
He tolerated it for a few minutes, but then things got a little tricky. Bean decided he was nervous, and the binky alone wasn't cutting it, so he wanted to hang out under mama's shirt. As Bean has no concern for my modesty, the stylist got some choice views of The Girls (my awesome new bra continues to earn its worth). But it got the job done.
Because of the missed morning nap, we decided to walk on a local trail after the haircut to get us back on schedule. As we marveled at Mt. Rainier...
...Bean practiced his angsty teenage "Can we leave now?" look.
And the best part of the weekend, we spent Sunday shopping at the fancy mall burning through the remainder of my birthday money. Bean did marginally well, but DH was my champion shopping partner as always. He's probably embarrassed that I say it, but I'm fairly certain that no woman with a heterosexual husband could ask for a better mall buddy in her spouse. I love you, honey!!