<p>Yesterday we took The Boy for his first haircut.</p>

<p>It&#39;s finally hitting me:&#0160; He will soon be a one year-old.&#0160; No longer will his age be measured in months.&#0160; And I&#39;m getting sentimental.</p>

<p>The Husband took a long lunch and met me at a children&#39;s &quot;salon.&quot;&#0160; We were sorely dissapointed because the girl (and it was a girl - I would be shocked if she was older than 21) who cut his hair looked a bit jaded.&#0160; You don&#39;t want jaded when your little pumpkin is getting his first big boy cut.</p>

<p>We played the part of ridiculously doting yuppie parents.&#0160; The Event was photographed and videotaped.&#0160; The girl, whose hair was pink, never craked a smile.&#0160; Bitch.</p>

<p>Anyways, The Boy? he is growing up.&#0160; He sat on the big boy chair, was quiet while the girl draped the smock around him and fought back tears while she wielded sharp, shiny scissors near his precious ears.&#0160; I even saw his tiny lips quiver.&#0160; Allow me a moment of sappiness here, but my baby, who not so long ago was all <em>id</em> and cried the <u>instant</u> things didn&#39;t going his way, was actually holding back his emotions.</p>

<p>To make us happy, I think.&#0160; </p>

<p>See, I would catch him looking at the girl cutting his hair, and look at her sharp haircutting utensils and strange hair and his big brown eyes would get even bigger and fill up with tears.&#0160; Tears that never escaped, because then he would turn to us, with our cameras and smiles, and he would sit up and try to be strong.&#0160; And my heart would fill with pride at my Big Boy whilst I fought the instinct to take him away and hold him and comfort my little blue boy.</p>

<p>Then it was over.&#0160; And that was that.</p>

<p>So we went for a celebratory lunch <a href="http://aquitainebis.com/" target="_blank">here</a>.&#0160; Because after <a href="http://www.snipits.com/" target="_blank">this</a> we needed, nay, we <em>DESERVED</em> to feel like adults again.&#0160; After all, if The Boy is turning one, that means we also get to celebrate our first year as parents, right?&#0160; And that calls for booze, even at 1:00 pm on a Friday.</p>

<p>So we had <em>steak frites</em> and red wine while surrounded by about $950,000 worth of plastic surgery and mink coats.&#0160; We should&#39;ve kidnapped some of those ladies to pay for a house.&#0160; I&#39;m kidding.</p>
