Max's day started off wonderfully- at 9:15am- which made everyones' day start off wonderfully. He spent the morning playing outside in the unseasonably warm December weather and later ran around the gym during David's practice. After a nice, long nap we took Max for his first haircut. In an effort to keep him frozen in time as a little baby, I have been putting it off. But a little baby probably should not walk around with a mullet, so I finally gave in to David's increasingly frequent requests to take Max to the barber. Max hated it. Hated it like surgery. Even worse because he was awake. His go-to hospital pain distractions, such as watching videos on my phone, did nothing. His discontent lasted quite a while; hope this haircut does, too, because he will not be getting another one any time soon.
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