I tried to get Connor's hair cut while he had his staples in and no one would do it. They were afraid of pulling the staples. Wimps! I was finally able to get his hair cut this past Saturday. I think we have entered the little boy stage and left the baby stage. Those of you who know me well know that I don't cry very often. I shed a tear over this. I don't want my little boy to grow up. And this all happened the day after my oldest nephew graduated from high school. I swear. He was born just yesterday. And tomorrow. He's. Going. to. Join. The Army.
So for now, this will have to wait.

Is this my seat?
Now I'm driving the bus!


