tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736389662297206631.post-7822585324465426182008-10-05T19:16:00.002-05:002008-10-05T19:23:50.387-05:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjeEAtumlt8/SOlZAe90jcI/AAAAAAAAAjs/p_XeTg9u9SQ/s1600-h/haircut1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253828305151626690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjeEAtumlt8/SOlZAe90jcI/AAAAAAAAAjs/p_XeTg9u9SQ/s400/haircut1.jpg" border="0" /></a> I was promising an after shot of my son's haircut and here it is. Um, yea, he has some colicks going on poor guy. But, I still think he is uber-cute. Plus, he looks even more like his father. It was bound to happen, especially after his father told the stylist to cut the boy's hair like his. Father does not have funky side colicks though. <br /><br />Then, today, we went to an art fair. It was husband, girly, and I. What a treat for her to spend some time with just mom and dad. While walking back to the car, she gave me this look in the pic below. As I was looking at the digital camera screen I did a double take, because, wow, for a second she looked exactly like me. Girly, is ten times cuter than I ever was, but the look in her eyes was uncanny for a moment. <br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjeEAtumlt8/SOlZAg7DWgI/AAAAAAAAAj0/oYMWTW4-DX4/s1600-h/oct08a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253828305676884482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjeEAtumlt8/SOlZAg7DWgI/AAAAAAAAAj0/oYMWTW4-DX4/s400/oct08a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736389662297206631-782258532446542618?l=blogversary.blogspot.com'/></div>Blogversarynoreply@blogger.com1