The other day, Isaac wore his first little polo type onesie. When Joe saw him, you could see his chest puff out, his face light up with glee, and he exclaimed, "Now, that's my son!" It was really cute.
Well, you girls know how particular I am about my hair. I wish that it weren't so, but you win some, you lose some. I had what I affectionately called "newborn hair." This is where all the illustrious glow and thickness from pregnancy is no longer. Not to mention, my roots were starting look like bangs. So I started to brain storm about what a new mom is to do, this is all new territory for me. Joe said he would keep Isaac on a Saturday while I went to take care of my business, but it just wasn't working out with everything going on.
This last weekend, Joe and I were laying in bed and he says he wants to talk to me about something. Uh oh, I thought, I must have had a mouth malfunction. To my great surprise, he says that's not it. He said, "I have heard you talk a lot about your hair situation. A lot of talk, but no action. What's the plan here?" I explain how there were so many obstacles...blah blah blah. My husband who knows me ever so well loving says, "Melissa, there is a lot of transition going on and a little thing like your hair could send you over the edge. So I am placing an executive order that you are to have a plan by Wednesday."
After that, there was so much peace. I decided to take Isaac with me and go to a completely new place so that if my child screams his head off, they won't know me from the next girl and we can just not come back. So we go to this cute little salon in Grapevine and I bring him in his little car seat. The entire time he does not say ONE PEEP! For two and half hours, he was a complete rock star! Praise Our Glorious Savior~ It was All Him! When we got to the car, with great delight I declared, "NOW THAT'S MY SON!"
The little man gains weight in his cheeks :)
Dad telling him how proud of him he was!
Me and the mister with my new "summer look"
and then I caught him mid-smile.