The Philadelphia Story

Last night Joel and I watched The Philadelphia Story. I had never seen it before and I really enjoyed it. The thing is, while it was fine for Tracy to end up with Dexter, I kind of prefer the bookish, quick-to-judge, sensitive Macaulay. What do you think? Cary Grant? Jimmy Stewart?

Like father like son...

Bucket Head

Kiddo's kind of strange.

First Haircut

Little Man had his first hair cut yesterday. Mainly as a futile attempt to tame his perpetual bed head. We went to a place that specializes in haircuts for kids. He could pick out a movie to watch while the stylist worked, and older kids could even choose to play a video game. (Check out the other stylist in the background of the third picture.) I am torn about this place, frankly. It was great for his first hair cut for sure. There was no crying and screaming as a strange woman approached him with sharp objects. (From me or from Dex.) Still, isn't the fact that we never have to make our kids sit still part of the reason why they can't? It seems like one of those things that causes ADD. Still, he looks so grown up with his new cut. They also saved a lock of his hair for me. This is another thing I am not sure of. Is keeping hair as a souvenir kind of weird? I suppose I'll be able to sell it on Ebay when he becomes a Nobel Laureate.

Dashing Dex just wasn't in the mood to deal with the Paparazzi (Mamarazzo) today.

We're runnin' through Cheerios here as if they're going out of style.

Snowed in!

Well, we stayed in Michigan a night longer than planned because once we tried to venture out, the roads were just too bad. Joel's Dad was nice enough to welcome us back, but before that we spent a fun few days with Joel's Mom.