The Haircut from Hell

Today I decided to book Miles an appointment to get his hair cut. A few months ago he had his first trim and it went really well- no tears, no problems- so I figured he'd do just as great the second time. 

I. Was. Very. Wrong.

My grandma and sisters came along and I was pretty excited as we walked into the children's salon. The stylist directed us to a cute little car chair, with cartoons playing in front of him and a little toy to play with. I think he was distracted for about two seconds and then started reaching for me. It was around then I started to get worried. The stylist showed Miles the clippers and he touched them and then I touched him, to show him that it was okay. It didn't matter- she turned them on and he freaked. There was no reasoning, there was no consoling, there was no distracting (we tried anyway and failed miserably). He started angry crying as she turned the trimmers on and got to work. The angry cry turned into the traumatic cry and he was clutching my sweatshirt sobbing, "Maaaaamaaaaa..." It was terrible, and I started wondering if maybe half a haircut wouldn't look so bad. By then, he was screaming so horribly that people walking by the salon stopped to look in through the windows. I looked over to see my grandma wipe away tears, and my sisters were wide-eyed. The stylist remained cool and collected (thank goodness, seeing as she was the one with the scissors) and finally I got him out of the little chair and held him so close. I thought I had scarred him for life! But as soon as he was out of the chair he stopped crying, smiled, and started playing with the toys in the reception area. Afterward, we went and got him a smoothie (he sure loves his smoothies) as a treat. And all was right in the world. 

Now, he looks more like a toddler and less like a baby. It's really hitting me that his birthday is on Saturday, that my baby is turning one. But even though he's growing up way faster then I'm prepared for, I love that he still needs his mama when he's sad and that I can make him happy again.

Merry Christmas!

I had the best time today celebrating Miles's first Christmas with Parker and our families. He woke up at five in the morning (his usual and definitely not my favorite wake-up time) and instead of my normal routine of groggily throwing my covers off to the side and stumbling out of bed totally not feeling like P-Diddy, I lept out of bed and pretty much skipped over to pick up my smiling baby from his crib. Parker was a little less enthusiastic, but we soon got him out of bed and to the tree to open presents. Miles wasn't too sure what to do with the wrapping paper, but was pretty much a pro by the end of the day. 

Here are some photos of our holiday weekend:

On Sunday my family went to visit some of my family near LA, and my brother rode with us in my car. Miles fell asleep, but when he woke up he was giving his uncle some major stink-eye!

On Sunday night, my sisters spent the night and woke up with Miles to give Parker and I the gift of sleep! They love Miles so much and he loves them right back. As a thank-you, Santa dropped off the gift of Clinique for my two favorite sisters.

On Christmas Eve, my siblings and I enjoyed some eggnog-flavored Starbucks. I think this was the only photo Ernie didn't protest.

Here is Miles in his Christmas pajamas, at the dreadful hour of five a.m.

My Christmas angel, fast asleep on his way to Grandma's

I hope you all had as wonderful a Christmas as we did! 

Have a great week!

Choos Day

One day, about two weeks ago, I was able to cross off an item from my fashion Bucket List (am I the only girl who has one?). I am a shoe lover all the way, so it's no surprise to find many pairs the list. While those who know me are more than aware of my love for shoes, I'm sure a complete stranger would know if they happened to see me frolicking around the shoe department at Nordstroms. If I need to go shopping for shirts, I find shoes. Every. Time. I don't know how it happens.

Since Miles arrived, I've been sticking to the basics: my favorite Minnetonkas and the occasional wedge. But when I came across these beautiful heels, I knew they needed to get in my closet ASAP. My husband got them for me for my birthday (one of the many reasons why he's the best husband ever) and when they arrived I just stared at the box for a minute, savoring the moment. They fit perfectly and make me as tall as I could hope for without feeling like I would fall flat on my face with any misstep. And, of course, every girl needs a perfect black pair of heels!

What's on your fashion Bucket List? I've always secretly wanted a pair of those blue Manolo Blahnik heels from the first SATC movie but for now I'm trying to stick to the classics. I've got my eye on a Burberry scarf next!

Have a great weekend!

Oy Vey.

You guys. So much has happened since I last blogged. It's been crazy. The semester ended (thank goodness- this was the main reason I haven't been writing much of anything for the last month), my whole family got really, really sick, I became the proud owner of my first pair of Jimmy Choos- they will have their own post- and we celebrated Miles's first Hanukkah.

My sweet boy's birthday is in less than two weeks! A year ago today was my due date with Miles and I just can't believe how quickly this year has gone. I am so excited for Miles to become a toddler but also painfully aware of how quickly he's on his way out of the baby stage, so I've been soaking up all the cuddles I can get. I absolutely love how now he's at an age where he shows affection and will give me kisses and hugs- it turns me into one big sap. In fact, if anyone mentions his birthday or how he's going to be one year old or how it's his first holiday season I just start getting emotional and have to get a grip by making myself think of Hillary Clinton in a pantsuit and that usually sobers me right up. It's sort of embarrassing but I just love that kid so much.

I'll be posting more often now that I don't have loads of homework- tomorrow I'm going to write about the Choos! 

I hope you all had a great weekend.