In other news, Max got his first real haircut. At a barber shop. And mama was totally not allowed to go. Apparently Michael didn't want his barber-world and his wife-world to collide (because that would be "weird") but I think he just wanted some male-bonding time. So, I thrust the camera into his hand as they walked out the door and realized that this wouldn't be the first time I'd send my boys off on an adventure without me.
pre-haircut. totally beachy but a little on the mullet side
don't look too excited, brother
ta-da! every time he points to his hair he says "dada"
outfit courteously of Max, himself. but on Fridays we always wear our Alaska shirt in prearation for Gold Rush